"undropped" poems
'Going away' is always bit difficult, isn't it?
Be it from your mother or your face licking pet or your beloved...
'Going away' is always a heart wrenching pain.
It's a sub-conscious state where you both don't know
When will you again see each other's face and feel their pale skin and the intimacy written on it.
Thinking of being apart from that eternal bond isn't so casual as your surroundings think....
....... It is not at all easy , it is not what you always see or evaluate without knowing.
'Going away' is all about those undropped tears and silent bawling,
You know nothing will be like earlier as it used to be...
You will be somewhere and "they" somewhere else too....
..... Things will again fall in places with growing and emerging time.
It's a drastic change for everyone of you,
Who have faced "going away" moment.
'Going away' will make you much stronger and motivated to see D-R-E-A-M-S.
D-R-E-A-M-S which are for you and them,
D-R-E-A-M-S of being together someday again forever ... As you all used to be,
D-R-E-A-M-S which will let you to float through life.
'Going away' is not what you think apparently;
It is how you recreate yourself after that phrase.
So, don't be heart-broken darling,
If this 'going away' decision is mutual it will create magic someday and
You know I will be there in glowing tears with your magical retreat.
Because 'going away' from you can't ever make us apart.
We will D-R-E-A-M together, forever..... Again and again .
For those undropped tears and uncried fears: we will D-R-E-A-M on and "going away" will move on very soon.
Nov 1, 2014
Nov 1, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
Last night I had a dream about your face
You filled the room not a seat left in that place, everyone was lost in you
From the first word out there wasn’t a jaw left undropped
I can still see them now blown out of there socks from the sound
Of man who lived on his knees
They look to you, because you see something they can't see
And you believe like they believe
I see them screaming yea there going wild
Jumping around, smiling, running down the isles to get to you
Wanna see your face, wanna hear your name get a touch of your grace
the man who lived to save the day
Oct 17, 2015
Oct 17, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC