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With the burden of a million curses,
she scuffs in an unflagging way,
fondling zillions as it passes,
the aroma of hope it does spray.
What if time complies with us?
What if she ceases to budge ?
What if she gives in to our pleadings?
What if she doesn’t move even if we nudge?
With time sufferings would linger,
tears ceaselessly would wet your face,
that ” time almost heals everything”
would not descend to embrace.
Your wounds wouldn’t metamorphose to scars,
contusions would continue to reek,
pain would mangle you in its grip,
recovery, from none you can seek.
Despair would clad you eternally,
you will find no light at the tunnel’s end,
darkness would compel you to succumb,
no ray of hope would glisten to amend.
The woes of ailing men wouldn’t stop,
they would dangle on their death beds,
time wouldn’t pass rewarding salvation,
making you realise how tarrying time dreads.
Sorrow would prevail for good,
worries would always conjure up,
a wait would end no more,
an ocean would never come of a drop.
Joy wouldn’t replace despondency,
neither well being, malaise,
spring wouldn’t follow winter,
neither clarity , haze.
The crux of life is transience,
perpetuity we can’t endure,
let time slither as she does,
for each agony she’ll leave a cure.
Mar 31, 2020
Mar 31, 2020 at 8:44 AM UTC
A poet with a poem purely made of glass
Holds on to it dearly as each day shall pass
Waiting for that moment to simply let it go
For the poem will only shatter onto the minds who wish to know.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 6:47 PM UTC
I miss the places I never been before.
I like the bands which haven't made yet.
I connect with the people I have never met.
I talk to people who are not there.
I can remember the incidents which never occurred.
I hear the noises which were never made.
l forgive people who never ask for apologies. I forgive them for the mistakes they never made.
I try to find the answers to the questions never asked.
I feel guilty about the mistakes I never did.
I fight for the wars which haven't started yet.
I yearn for the islands which haven't been discovered so far.
I worship idols who aren't perfect.
I follow the priest who doesn't preach.
I follow the preachings which haven't been taught yet.
I feel the emotions which haven't been named yet.
I miss the love I never had.
Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
Walk you to the door and say goodbye
Hope we'll meet again
Sometime.
I know it might never happen
Should i give up on you
oh! I can't decide
I wonder what you think of me
Am i a trouble for you
Cause for me you're a bliss
All the days since we have known each others are the proof
I've always wished to be with you
I know I've never said how i feel
That is because you're with someone else
Knowing that he doesn't treat you right
There's no way i can waste more time
I need to tell you
though i know its too late
I always loved you and will always do.
_Abhi (arthabihin.com)
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 2:08 PM UTC
Remember me for when the evening sun goes down,
and I'll remember you,
and all the good times that we had
in this old town.
I'll remember you-
whether it was the good love we had-
or the love that just gone bad.
Remember me for when the evening sun goes down,
and I'll remember you,
and all the places
that we've been around,
I'll remember you-
when I go to our old favorite spot-
I'll remember your beautiful face,
in my old town.
but promise me this,
for when our friendship sinks-
that you'll remember me,
wearing my favorite floral dress,
my curly hair in a mess-
sitting on a blanket in the grass,
with your arms wrapped around my chest.
Just you and I watching the sun set.
Remember me for when the evening sun goes down.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 7:30 PM UTC
It was nightfall whilst I commenced
Howard and Sufjan resonated my head
Heart was thumping against my chest
Slightest of drizzle varied my eye
Psyche was sketching days to the fore.
Plunged dead to the world midnight
Came vigorous next to the first light
I felt the caring wind filled with bliss
Resembling a mother’s kiss
The western sky sparkled surpassing dawn.
I was drunk on the beauty of this world
The sea still, tranquil and cavernous
Ignoring the horror, it formerly heard
Shortly I glided forward and beyond
Draining my past behind...
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC
The river has water,
I need wine.
Then I’ll be totally fine.
Can you be mine, can you be mine?
We will dance across the line.
Hold my hand,
See the world.
Be my side,
Be my world.
Can we live well?
Not in heaven, nor in hell.
Just you, I and the time
Can you be mine, can you be mine?
For the rest of my life.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC
I
want my-
No. I need
My voice to be
Heard by any soul inclined to listened.
-ARI
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 4:42 PM UTC
Sometimes
when words are inseparably
too much and not enough
all you need
is a picture or two
or perhaps
another word or three
rearranged and laid
more beautifully
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 10:31 PM UTC
i regret the days that passed
the years that flown.
when inspirations come and cast
i let them blown.
i regret the days i did not write,
the things my eyes have seen.
tales and poems that could have been,
passed i let them all out my sight.
i regret the times i remember when,
i did not care to hold a pen.
to tell and write down what i can,
before my fantasies come to end.
i regret to forget, i really do,
a writer in me whose next to you
may not be so good but i always knew
i’m very much in love so dearly, too.
CSantaMaria
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 7:45 AM UTC
As the cold crept under my skin
so did your kisses
as you planted them softly
on the carpet of goosebumps
that covered my body
As the wind slapped my face
with chills
so did your hands
as they cupped my red cheeks
holding it still
marveling at the beauty
that has bewitched you
As the rain damped my hair
curling them with winter surprises
so did you fingers
as they hypnotized me to sleep
uncurling all the disadvantages of the day
As the flakes rested on my lashes
so did yours against mine
as you got close to me
synching your breath with mine
As January embraced me
with layers upon layers of wool
so did your arms
as I roll under
my sheets
feeling my skin
against
yours
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 6:31 AM UTC
You blow my rationale
like the angry wind
stripping me
from logic
You step into my garden
of innocence
coloring my dull being
with every footprint
You awaken my dormant nature
blossoming every flower
sprinkling spring
everywhere
You kiss my hibernating heart
warming it from the crisp
cold winter outside
You ripple emotions
across my vast body
triggering a field
of goosebumps
You walk your fingers
untangling my curls
as they stroll from my nape
upwards
You trace paths
along my face
drawing a perfect picture
of beauty
your
beauty
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 6:26 AM UTC
Through thick or thin,
I don’t want to be ruin.
Friendship we had,
I’ll better be glad.
We see each other flaws,
And break our jaws.
Years has passed by in our life,
Don’t ever use that knife.
Something that we decide ourselves,
Don’t hide in the caves.
Leave the past behind,
I’m your friend at hand.
What hurts you,
Shall be blessed thou.
Let’s face the sunshine,
And let it shine.
I’ll be here no matter what,
Don’t be such a brat.
I love you my dearest friend,
Until the end.
-Jane
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
He’s like a character in a book which is every girl’s dream, just like me. But no, he’s not just a cast in a story. Maybe the way he puts his thoughts into words, the way he speaks, the way he acts or expresses his feelings through his posts, his attitudes or the sweet efforts he made. I always dream and hope that I would find a man like him. Because all of his attitudes, no, not all, but some of his attitudes I want my future boyfriend to have--my ideal boyfriend; intelligent, gentleman, knows how to respect a girl, really knows God and many more. And I always fall in love with him once I read his posts. Sometimes, I get teary-eyed when I read some of his posts or feel like crying when I finish reading it and I don’t even know why and I am like asdfghjkl. He’s a real man. He had it all. He has this thing that when you’ll go back read to his blog you didn’t even notice that you’re falling in love with him. It’s like falling in love with a fictional character. Even though you don’t even know him.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC