"jgarg" poems
Pretense,
It is something you carry around
Like it is a part of you,
Like it is who you are,
Like it is engraved in your heart.
Pretending to be someone
You are not.
Hiding your tears
In the rain
Pretending to ease the pain.
Hiding under the blanket of lies,
Wearing the happy mask
When inside you are crying.
What are you hiding from?
Whom are you lying to?
Your pretense,
It is suppressing the truth,
Piling up the emotions inside.
When your heart aches
Let your eyes weep.
'cause pretending to laugh
Won't **** your grief.
Why build a castle of grief inside
When you can
Shed it all out.
Why burden your soul
With such a lie
When all you need is
To try.
Remember,
The world of pretense
Is a cage
Not a cocoon.
You can lie to yourself
Only for so long
Copyrights © JGarg
Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
I spot it sometimes,
lurking around,
hiding under its cover.
Easy to spot,
hard to look through
it’s my reservoir for darkness,
that leaves my side in the dark.
There is no shaping it,
no holding it.
It’s a part of me,
My ******
unknown and unexpressed;
A part that lies behind the face,
my hidden self.
That bit of me
left unacknowledged,
by the entirety of my conscience.
My encounter with this part
has opened a door within.
Possessed by it,
I’m standing in my own light,
falling into my own trap,
And living below my own surface.
But, living nonetheless.
I’m aware of it now
and not ashamed.
‘Cause My best hope lies
in coming to terms with my secret self
‘Cause that which follows me,
My shadow
Might be the dark side of my being
Everything that I do not want to be
But, it is the true spirit of life
And it shall live unharmed.
Copyrights © JGarg
Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 6:12 AM UTC
What is our addiction to love?
That we want it to stay,
breathe, and grow with us.
Why are we so beaten off love?
That when it leaves our world comes
crashing down.
That constant longing and heart ache
to love
or to be loved
Why do we give in?
Why are we stuck in
the circle of love?
Going round and round.
We either find ourselves
lost
or find solace in
the arms of a wrong man.
What is so tempting about love?
The passion that comes with it
Or the pain that remains after?
What is it about love
That we cant stop thinking about it,
yearning for it or
writing about it.
What makes it so special?
There might be many answers,
but we'll truly never know.
It's a tricky *******
this love.
Copyrights © JGarg
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:28 AM UTC
An illness you have, my heart
That you don’t understand.
The love you have,
You throw away.
And what is not yours
You long to gain.
What love story
are you looking for?
That which can be written
You give no thought to.
Instead you set to solve
a riddle, you don’t understand.
Love doesn't come easy.
But, you know that already.
Or do you?
You’re the one who makes it hard.
You don’t realize it my dear heart,
You suffer from an illness.
Copyrights © JGarg
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Every second, every minute
Life goes on like a movie.
A pinch of laughter,
And a bit of pain,
The reel rolls on forever.
Like a story unveiling,
Everyday a truth is revealed,
A heart is shattered,
A life is trashed,
Love is faded,
And hearts are wasted.
Step by step in structured movements
Life is arranged in a series.
Its all planned and decided.
But, there lies one difference,
That, there is a beginning
To your episode,
But no 'The End'
To your story.
Every end has a new beginning,
A new story, a new life.
Its never a coincidence.
It never just happens!
It is written!
Its already written.
Copyrights © JGarg
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 7:11 AM UTC
Don’t hold on to the world
As you see it.
Dream on, break the barriers.
Don’t let the reality of life
Pull you back!
Let the dreams
Push you further!
Wander in your thoughts,
Discover your imaginations.
Make your dreams
The world’s eye,
Reach the skies or beyond.
Let your soul fly.
It does not matter,
If the dream is real.
Only that,
It has been dreamt at all!
Copyrights © JGarg
Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 7:10 AM UTC
They're here to haunt you,
to pull you into the trap.
These demons,
they'll capture your heart.
like a shadow they'll follow you,
And stick to your soul
In the dark.
They'll dance around you,
and tease you, of your love.
They'll leave your side, never
And remind you,
That you have loved.
You have loved
and that your heart
Is no more yours.
That you sold it.
You sold it
To the demons of love.
Copyrights © JGarg
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC