Teary eyes,
Sad goodbyes,
We break away,
Apart too far.
Aeons pass,
We meet at last,
Ring fingers say,
“Too late you are…”
Tag: cheat
Why
“Why do we like to kick the legs of the chairs we’re sitting on?
Why do we have idle minds from where grisly ideas spawn?
Why, when someone’s down the hole, do we throw a fire and grin?
Why our judgements are deemed noble, but free thinking’s a sin?
Why do we try to grasp the tail of chaos and not let go of it somehow?”
” Because kid, you like doing it, don’t you now?”
” Why do we like to bark about someone behind their backs?
Why do we squeal about other’s flaws, but not ’bout stuff we lack?
Why do we blurt disparage without a filter of conscience? Continue reading “Why”
Heartburn
Let me tell you all a story about a girl who once meant the world to me.
And right now, she’s someone who can’t even look at me.
Yeah!
You see, I’m not a toy,
Yeah I did fall for your coy,
But I’m not gonna let you take the joy out of this!
So before you enjoy, like nothing happened, with your homeboy,
Just remember what happened to Troy,
And wait till I completely destroy you.
Rewind to the time when we met at a strange place,
Where people bought glory and bet their souls instead.
Like fish out of water, we fret about what lay ahead.
And then you played that card, I take the hat off my head!
Maybe you schemed for days and said “I need you”,
To a lost boy who’s been ignored since his grade two.
He thought you’ll fit, like two puzzle pieces;
But it turned out you’re the hammer that broke everything in the first place.
You’ve hung on to me for too long like a parasite,
Well, this is my medication, I’m putting up a fight! Continue reading “Heartburn”
The Flag
She climbed the mountain as swiftly possible,
Stepping on every helping hand, which turned to dust.
She wanted her name atop the peak
To shine, ego being her only thrust.
Rivers of tears flowed through the ridges,
Empty claps echoed the hollowed hills.
People slowly reduced to dots,
But that never gave her the chills.
She reached her target with time to spare,
It was really something to brag.
But as she turned, she soon realized,
There’s no one to pass the flag.
The Pen
And you thought I’ll never pick up the pen, didn’t you?
You’re the only reason the words flowed through my hands?
You’re so wrong, there’s thousands of things that are already messed up,
You’re just a silicon in a world of only SiO2.
Well it’s true that your actions broke me into million pieces.
I still cannot forget what I saw through that window,
You’re the kind of material that a loser popularizes
In his memes, I should have known what you meant by “Let’s take things slow”.
I’m just a nerd and not a rich laid back snob,
I work hard till night in order to get a job.
And yes you were a chapter in my book of life,
But I don’t have a lot of money to throw to make you my wife.
You know they throw money at tramps in some parlors too,
And you thought I’ll never pick up the pen, didn’t you? Continue reading “The Pen”
The Carver
Hands bleeding, blood and sweat streaming, he’s done something laudable,
Twenty hours of carving rock in hell, he did the impossible.
The ending siren tore through the ears and cried with a shrill,
“Behold! It’s a living stone swan, but yet it stands still”.
The carver gives out a sigh, his smile knows no bounds,
The audience goes crazy, but his rivals don’t make sounds.
The teary eyed winner is taken to the factory owner, who says:
“Congratulations carver! You’ve done the best one, by God’s grace!
Look at all those feathers, they seem ruffled and yet so clean!
The texture, strength and balance, it looks so pristine!
Its eyes have life in them, as if God carved them Himself,
Its elegance is breath-taking, totally top of the shelf!”
The carver can’t hear them, his dream has come true,
He did something that everyone had told him he couldn’t do.
He reached a place similar to where his idols had been ;
Like Shakespeare did with King Lear, and Ronaldo with his feet.
The owner is still in awe, “How many nights didn’t you sleep?”
“How many days did you train?”
“Astounding! Just lay on this bed here,
And we’ll take out your brain.” Continue reading “The Carver”
I’m done
“I’m done.
I’m done trying to please you, trying to make you look at me.
I’m done trying to change myself into something that I’m not, so that I live up to your expectations, only for you to turn me down again.
I’m done looking at his medals and his trophy room.
You know, I had a similar room…in my heart…you were the only trophy there.
Yeah people don’t call me by my name when I walk down the street.
Unlike him I don’t even have a new car;
I can’t boast of you like he does nowadays,
Like you are some kind of a commodity that he won on a science fair.
They said you can’t buy love, but somehow he managed the impossible.
Or did he?
If you get the time, ask him what’s the colour of your eyes,
What’s your favourite shade of lipstick,
What’s your favourite kind of fries,
How you get carried away when you listen to old Bollywood songs,
How you became cold hearted when that last guy broke your heart into a million pieces.
I think we both know what his answer will be.
I found warmth in your cold heart by the way,
I mean it’s not fully cold yet…you could have been saved again.
But you chose not to.
I know,
One day you’ll walk down the aisle,
Your head will be on his chest when you dance.
But you know what,
They will play my songs at your wedding.
People will recognize the artist by my fake name, the name you once suggested I should use to publish anonymously.
Maybe you’ll hide your tears or rub it on his expensive suit.
Knowing you could have been immortal through my words, but you chose to be rich.
I’ll be there you know, to look at you one last time… and let my pain flow through my words…
But till then…
I’m done.”
-The unsuccessful introvert
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