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 Jul 2017 Zani
Debanjana Saha
I used to wait
longing for someone
to love me all over again!
Longing is hurtful
if no one ever
shows up at all!

But....

Now I wait for myself
to wrap up my each day's task
and be me, just me
whom I would caress
with some love
and finding my love
in everything I do,
I write, read & paint each day
& that's where I feel
This is what I was meant to be!
Waiting should be purposeful
And if there is nothing worth
waiting for then better I wait &
find my love in everything
I come across with..
To be on my own finally!
 Jul 2017 Zani
Debanjana Saha
What is life all about?

Working like a machine.
Holidaying sometimes
and meeting people
we know closely.

But every now and then
With change of the time
Shifting and shuffling
Keeps happening
In and around
To figure out again
what’s mine and yours!
But most unpredictable it is,
to figure out what life is!

-02/07/2017
Life is all about changes in
different dimensions of life
 Jul 2017 Zani
Debanjana Saha
Sea shore
Sea shore
Let me draw
Whatever is in my soul
I draw one line, two lines
but the sea waves
washes away everything
Whatever was to be restored!
No time to cry
Just to play
the game of impermanence
Which gushes down everyday
With a smile on my face
I draw again & again
Learning to dance
with the change.
*

-02/07/2017
An experience of the shore
not letting me restore my drawing
but eventually I learn how to play
both with my drawing but the sea waves.
 Jul 2017 Zani
Debanjana Saha
The big sea waves
Seems like
They will wash me away
With all the other things
Left in pieces.
And the moment
It’s too close to even predict
I put my feet into the sand
deeper than earlier.
The waves come
and goes by,
Without moving me a bit or so
Playing with me
All over again and again
As a never-ending game.

A learning at the end
A problem However frightening
or unpredictable it may seem
too close to even think
But we must make
our roots strong
to survive
the sudden
outward disturbances
Or pain without
washing away ourselves
In-between the play of the game.

-02/07/2017
Sea waves teaching the game of living life.
 Jul 2017 Zani
dusk
paper hearts
 Jul 2017 Zani
dusk
"round and around and around
and around we go."

she hurt you and you
hurt me and i
probably am hurting him too,
but that's life for you.

you call me at 3am,
every day, like clockwork.
the routine's the same; i slide
out of bed, change, and meet you
and the diner down the street.

you say the same things; how
you can't sleep now that she's gone
and how instead of wanting her back
you just want a second chance to
get things right.

i sit there, etch an expression
of sympathy onto my face, reach out,
and hold your hand. but all i'm thinking
is how my heart aches when yours does, how
i wish i could be the one to piece you
back together again.

suddenly i hate her,
the girl who did this to you,
because she had it all, *your love
,
and she threw it away.

but then i look at her face and i realize
it's not her fault, it never was.
the problem with paper hearts
is that it's never a clean break,
just a messy tear.

all the words i speak will never be enough
to heal the hole in your heart
because those words come from my heart,
not from hers.
 Jul 2017 Zani
Debbie Brindley
You live in a world
That is your own
Filled with love and support
Your never alone

Like the Enchanted Rose
In cased in glass
With every petal that falls
A layer of you is lost
The person you were
has payed a huge cost

This journey is something
we have to endeavor
It's a road that you and I shall travel together

We're learning skills to cope
Living day by day
We have my sisters help
Making hard days seem ok

If you have that special someone
in your life
Be it your partner, lover, husband
or wife
If you really do love them tell them so
Don't let a day go by without letting  them know
Never take for granted the one you love
If your both healthy and happy
Thank the lord above
Never take anyone you love for granted
 Jul 2017 Zani
areadingwriter
unsaid
goodbyes
are the
hardest,

waiting
to hear them,
is the
longest.
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