Pooling around you,
A dark reflective mirror,
A reminder.Questioning, questioning,
Flash of light.
Flash of life.Blurry trees and windowsills,
Compilation of voices
All familiar.It went so fast.
It went so fast.
I went so fast.
Snigdha’s Note: Beautiful shayari. For all those who don’t, here’s a rough translation, but the magnitude of the beauty is so much greater in the original Urdu language:
You are not unknown, man (of a distant land)
But you are a stranger
Don’t know what’s the story
between you and me
But you’re very interesting
O’stranger.
Anjaan tu nahi ae pardesi
Par hai tu ek ajnabee
Na jaane kya fasana hai
Jo teri meri beech mein
Lekin tu bada dilcasp hai
Ae ajnabee.
First line,
Scary start,
I’m winging it,
As always,
The protagonist,
Doesn’t even have a name,
Yet.
First line, done,
Ok,
Second line,
Fine,
Let’s put a comma in,
And continue,
Line, line, line,
Let’s go,
Read over,
It’s not a first paragraph,
It’s a poem,
And I didn’t even notice,
I’d been writing a poem,
Instead of a novel.
Trysten’s note: This simply made me smile. I recommend reading it aloud.
Side Note: I feel bad about liking this because it’s sad, but I can relate. I’m sure a lot of people can relate to this poem.
someone come save me
from myself
I’m dying in my emotions
as they boil over
I’m trying to be okay
but I can’t lie
not anymore
I played the part
of the girl who could take it
take on the world
but I lied
I’m falling apart
crashing within
bones shattering
organs melting
skin falling apart
nothing holding
except the pounding
of this heart
as it feels the pain
of being used
in his little game
so someone please
come to my rescue
be my knight is protective armor
none of the shining stuff
those have consistently been fakes
I don’t want another
that will just pull me in
to walk away
so please
save me
Note: Love this, its so well-versed, simple yet captivating.
Have you ever watched kids
on a merry-go-round?Or listened to the rain
slapping on the ground?Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?You better slow down
Don’t dance so fastTime is short
The music won’t lastDo you run through each day
On the flyWhen you ask “How are you?”
Do you hear the reply?When the day is done,
do you lie in your bedWith the next hundred chores
running through your head?You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fastTime is short
The music won’t lastEver told your child,
We’ll do it tomorrow?And in your haste,
not see his sorrow?Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die‘Cause you never had time
To call and say “Hi”?You’d better slow down
Don’t dance so fastTime is short
The music won’t lastWhen you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift….Thrown away…Life is not a race.
Do take it slowerHear the music
Before the song is over.By David L. Weatherford.
Note: While I am a sucker for well-written verse, this is beyond that! I can’t explain how much I love this. The imagery + the flow makes this a spectacular piece of poetry.
I am infatuated with death, especially those it leaves behind
They covet a breath which is their very loss perfectly defined
and if squandered degrades a prize lost eternally to the dead
Land wandered by ghosts; trails which are no longer truly tread
Words recounting oaths, dirges and tales cease to be duly said
Us living bear mounting urges to discount the wisdom of the bled
Puzzling it is to know you should meet repose yet silently implore
the spotter of your silent blue plead to return to how it was before
If you spy streams of florid blood seeping underneath my door
please now be relieved that you need not fret for me anymore
Sorry, I did a bad thing, a thing I shared I wouldn’t even dare
Still, it’s only gonna sting a moment, so I couldn’t really care
Note: Simple yet captivating. I like this lots.
Lovers
become legends in their
sun-soaked letters
hearts beat wildly
in words.©
Side Note: Wonderfully written. I love this a lot.
The final fear for every man is death
A whispered prayer shaken with silent tears.
The reaper waits for him with bated breath,
Expose to all the night your silent fears.
When all your hopes have fully disappeared,
A shiver, taunting, running down your spine.
You cure the god you know you once revered,
And launch your soul across the fateful line.
You know your life is drawing to a close,
The hangman’s noose has tightened; sealed your fate.
The fingers slip fall down the cold, black rose.
The deed is done, the time is all too late.
A cold embrace and darkness fills the night,
No penetration by the pure, white light.
Side note: This is absolutely beautiful.
a mother is yelling
at a daughter,
whose tiny body is
wrapped in a giant
terry-cloth towel,
and has dripping hair
and dripping eyes.
a broken faucet
is leaky softly in
the other room.
a red blur of a person
rides by on a bicycle,
hair wild in the wind,
throwing off specks of
a scarlet sunset.
a flock of geese
passing overhead.
a parent carefully
hands a child
a vanilla ice cream cone,
topped with rainbow spirinkles.
2 guys, walking,
who look up when I pass
in the backseat of a minivan-
our eyes meet
for a slow moment.
a girl drops her penny
and it rolls off into the street.
a woman pulls her back
as a truck speeds by.
I take a sip of bitter coffee,
and it burns my tongue.
someone flips the page
of a crinkled newspaper
nearby.
a pair of converse,
which are hanging from
the power lines,
dangle by a series of knotted shoelaces.
a faint scent
of cinnamon
fills the room.
a sad song plays.everything
reminds
me
of
you.
