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A Handfull of Earth

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A Handfull of Earth

Poetry is my tool to vent and to relax. i dont write poems very frequently, but once i have, they become like a souvenir which have a lot of emotions and a stories attached tothem. so while i do realize, that not everybody will be able to view it in the same light, that isn't the goal either, i just want people to feel its real emotion and relate to it in their own ways.

My way!

this year, i’m going to embrace the real me. may it be the strong or the weak in me! i will not shy from what i am even if im the only one standing.

It has recently struck me that i have been finding my place and identity in others only to realise that i am what i am looking for yet running away from myself.

so this time around, i’ll do it my way which is and has always been the right way!

 

renovation of the wall

I’m here ready with cement and bricks,

Thanks for your help with the architectural bit.

Now, it wouldn’t matter if you pass by,

‘Cause even the cement on the doggie door is dry.

And all the holes you had dug through the wall,

Are stashed, incase you thought you could crawl.

So b-bye!

be-keemat keemti aansu

bin keemat ke ye aansu moti kehlate hai,

be-kadri k lamho me ye behte jaate hai.

  Jewels

Sitting there in the bliss of solitude,

She was telling things to herself.

When a prisoner of habit,

Set out to hunt a fresh rabbit.

Wearing the pretence of serenity of a shrine,

He said, “That dress doesn’t look good without the accessory of a smile.”

Expecting a giggle or a blush,

He stood there asking his inner laughter to hush.

With no expression she gazed at him,

Saw this man looking sleek and thin.

She took a deep breath,

Spoke softly as she tilted her head.

True, accessories are important,

Can’t you see the ones I have begotten?

This pearl of tear,

So expensive you can’t even afford to hear.

This red ruby of hurt,

Glows even when covered in dirt.

These diamonds and topaz,

Are made of fears that will last.

So you don’t tell me I have a jewel less,

And just leave me alone with my dress.

the bright night sky

I caught those shooting stars,

And tucked them under my table.

I set one free,

Every time my eyes ask of u to see.

So I tell my heart to be a little miser,

Or my wishes will be over so I should act wiser.

And every time that star I set alight,

The look of your face causes that fire in me to ignite.

And I thank God that he brought me again this night,

So that I can set the fire alive,

To see your eyes.

To all those who pray the day come soon,

I plead, a little while more,

I wish to keep my moon.

So don’t ask for the dark to fade,

There is a little more my heart craves.

debt

the price of life is a breath. and when you cant pay any longer, you’re no more indebted for the life you lived.

judge

let others be your critic, but be your own judge.

polka

somehow, the polka dotted sky dilluted into the waters

Mist and veil

Through the mist of my memories,

I see you looking towards me.

From the veil of time passed,

I glance another time at the smile we share.

And as i walk towards you,

The mist and the veil do too.

Yet i slowly run in to you one more time,

And embrace with hugs our love you said was just yours and mine.

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