Life’s strange and there’s no way of understanding it.
We usually complain about things
And hope that our happiness lies somewhere else
Maybe in another time or space.
We dread for that particular moment to come,
The one that can change your life on a dime,
But, more than ever, that moment will never shine.
I don’t want to upset any optimistic
Or encourage any pessimistic
But that’s only realistic.
In our twenties we wait for our thirties to be all figured out.
In our thirties we hope that at forties will bring the best out,
But life doesn’t work this way.
One day you’ll be hit by something from your right just to be knocked down by something from your left
And there on the pavement you’ll look at the world and see it’s scary face.
And you’ll feel so small
With no intention and no strength to move on.
But in your torments and anguish you might feel an invisible hand
Trying to help.
And that is the moment you realize it’s not over.
If you’re conscious while lying down
It’s a sign you have to stand up and go on.  
So stand up straight and face the facts.
There’s always a lesson behind all acts.

~

This love is so exclusive
That turns me too illusive

When I am in a dream
She builds the stream

When I write a poetry
She recites the piece fluently

When she sings a song
Dreams longing me too long

So my heart is under lock and key
Which could only open by she

~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

The crowd shouting
and the DJ yelling
to jump or put my hands up
the boombox blaring in my ears
—at least it’s stopping my tears
but I am feeling sleepy
I hate alcohol so I’m drinking Fiji
sitting down and awkwardly lonely
with my mind wondering
how lovely it will be to curled up
inside your warm bed only listening

to the night singing your melody
and fall asleep beside your body
but what a shame
you don’t give that option to me

Bleeding sounds like
an exotic pleasure
only if you want to be
inside me

"What is it about him?"
He is my change of weather
the snow in my summer
the sunburn in my winter
he spoils my blush-on with tears
of too much laughter or fears,
my roller coaster mood of the year

I hate him enough to leave but
love him too much to walk away
cause my whole world is all
*about him

My conclusion is
if you ever think
that you're a sane person
then you have never been in love
at all

I remember when we where kids,
We always played our silly games,
You'd cry,
And I'd comfort you

We played hide and seek,
And you would hide,
And I would seek,
And you'd always make yourself found

And I remember that promise,
That promise we promised not to forget
Do you still remember it,
That promise we made before I moved?

You whispered into my ear,
"Promise me,
promise me when we see each other later,
that we will get married and have kids?"

I whispered back into your ear,
"I promise"
That same day,
I moved out of town

I never saw you,
Nor you saw me,
And I remember,
I'd morn every night for you

I hoped I would see you again,
Even if it was only once
I cried and prayed for 5 years,
Hoping to see that beautiful face

Ten years later,
Yesterday,
I find you in Italy,
And we talked about an hour

There was a golden ring,
wrapped around your *******
You told me,
That you were married

Heartbroken,
Was I,
For that promise we made,
Ment nothing to you

There are poems hidden in the limbs of the willow
Lines of rhyme flow from the music of the wren
Sonnets sit like angels atop clouds resting on hillsides
Waiting to instill those with pen and ink to script lyrics to enlighten
Triolets grow among pink, red and yellow petals of coneflowers

Poetry is the breath of our life, the sustenance of the soul
Wars recalled in verse, memories intended to calm, release the pain
Songs of poetry sing messages cascading from the heart
When gods, or monsters, or disease destroy the planet
The last words, lines forming an elegy, will drift from the debris