"unspelled" poems
In the depth of our existence, the ‘real us’ dwells,
which often remains untouched, ofttimes unspelled.
Don’t empower the peeps to impose their thoughts,
Be the brainchild of your conviction and you’d be sought.
Books that ****** ideas and structure our notion,
Make us go astray from our real aspiration.
Don’t let the world dilute your soul;
You are a born sierra, not a trivial knoll!
-Elina Dawoodani
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
if i dig deep enough
surely i will find
true root of you
all i need of you
never given
once denied it seems
i must pine as tree to be
obsessively in love but perhaps
tis only envy, mortography
memorography, encapsulating me,
it won't last, tis just a mood
nothing a spell cannot be unspelled
but letters & songs they matter
more than we imagined
we are caught in between what
we felt then & where we want to be
who knows where
the time
goes?
remaining mortal is
curse enough
our love is mortality
writ in water, not dust
thus it lives on
because I wrote
it so
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:37 AM UTC
How can I miss what I never held,
A voice unheard, a face unspelled?
Yet here I am, adrift, alone,
Yearning for someone i've never physically known.
No touch, no words, no fleeting glance,
No thread of fate, no twist of chance.
And yet you live within my chest,
A stranger known, a soul confessed.
I’ve traced your outline in my head,
In shadows vast, in stars up ahead.
Each spark a thread that pulls me near
To something missed, yet never here.
Oh, saudade, bittersweet refrain,
You carve my heart, yet ease the pain.
For even in your shapeless void,
A hope persists, a dream employed.
So, to the you I might never see,
A part of me still sets you free.
To live, to love, to softly be,
The missing half of all I need.
Jan 19, 2025
Jan 19, 2025 at 4:08 PM UTC