But darling, To know love secretly, Is indeed suffocating to me. But it must remain Buried beneath the roses.
Cold as winter winds Nagging, numbing, biting— Working inside out, Leave me wanting, For shame, a smile, A kind word or two Oh but for shame!
Do you think he knows? Like roses must bloom Unaware of their thorns, Do you think he knows? Hold on.
Is it worth the love That simply can't be cast away? Is it worth the flowers That haunt my airways?
It's a slow asphyxiation Where once begun, New buds bloom in full spring And hold hostage, my lungs. And when all is said and done The pages that hold the worst– Words that make me bite my tongue, For the blush that creeps across my cheek; The question still lingers, Will I ever get the answer For which I so desperately seek?
I have been late in recognising Poetry Wednesday. But please do enjoy and leave feedback in the comments if you think I can improve.
Blinded by the light— We lie, sleeping underneath A kind of blinding bright "We see the world for what it is Not what we want it to be"; Is that what it is?' Do you believe that, honestly?
Do you not see the mirage shimmer Where it distorts reality? The reality that is— The free-for-all cruelty, The incessant brutality, The fruitless movements For free will and equality, The masks of death, festering nests, Each and every one of them, Of demons and nightmares, Intrusive thoughts, A broken hall of mirrors; Glass everywhere , Each a bloody shard Of disappointed hopes and fancies?
Hopeless romantics, You're gripping the thorns tight, Wake up and smell the roses; Sleep no more under the blinding light.
How many bells must toll Before you wake? How many more warnings Before you sit up straight? The light is false, It was never true, It is an eternal night With only the North star Left shining bright.
You were the lone flower Of my garden of poetries, Brewing potable nectar With saccharine metaphors, Enfolding your petals of rhyme With every blue sunset on planet Mars. Your nectar filled my three wells Of blood, sweat and tears. And yet, I laid there starving, Craving for water. I dug a sea and filled it With your tears And then filled your eyes With hopes of morrow. I wove a carpet of clouds With your sweat and sorrow, Envisioning to fly with you To the moon of illusions. And then, painted the evening sky With your blood, Your brawny easel Supporting my galactic canvas. I, sometimes wonder, If the blue sky is the reason For blues in our lives! But then, why does the dark sky Scares me to death every night And the crimson sky reminds me Of every time you had to Bleed from your heart? Ironically, all of them have The brightest things shining And the most independent beings Flying with them. Probably, that's the quintessence of life, Reminding me of the day You withered with dried metaphors And pretended to be another Dazzling beauty of the night sky, ad infinitum. I stood stiff that day. Until my mother consoled me and said, "Stars shall gulp your misery." And I kept wondering, If they gulp the miseries of everybody! Then why was the stardust sprinkled upon me? Ain't they nothing but debris of melancholy?
~ You and me are Civilisations belonging to Different eras~
You have a city Illuminated with Streetlights, spotlights and limelights A city that never sleeps Where sun doesn't set
Skyscrapers nudging clouds Dreams fall into your hands Sliding into your palm as smooth as butter, everyday better /Sophisticated metropolis/
Where women paste their smiles Sunlight beams on their skin Men tour places all day long Sirens and screeches boom to boundaries Like time never stops, running e n c i r c l i n g t h e f o g s
/There, fairytales come true to life fancy and fantasy merging in minds pleasure luring in painted souls/
I have a city Where flames dance around fire Reciting the tales older than time A city that never wakes Where sunsets stay longest
Grey homes and crumbling taverns Dreams are distant clouds Fleeing away like kites as broken as mirrors, every night terrors /Dilapidated necropolis/
Where women veil their smiles Sun doesn't shine on their skin Men toil the lands all day long Silence stretches over the wheat fields Like a veil of time has the city e n s h r o u d e d i n f u m e s
/Here, folklores frame future fate rituals and runes engraved in minds pain etched on parched souls/
But Darling I dreamed of a city dangling on the thin threads of a forsaken fate where flashlights and flames unite Sunshine and moonlight face each other Vibes and auras merge into one Fairytales and folklores dance and duet You and me become us and we See, touch, and feel each other
/There, fantasies frame forlorn dreams weaving a tapestry of what could have been A forever in fate , if only we met each other In the city we never were destined to meet/
~ but you and me have timelines varied, fate's running parallel, cities that never met, in civilisations odd to each other, we don't belong HERE ~
So many cities, and so many palaces, hide the untold stories, of countless women.
•••••••••••••••••••••• Of fairytale cities and a flower in my womb~
I can see melting sceneries, bereft of life, as countless memories of love and war flash behind my eye lens like the fireworks, of a forgotten festival. The throne is empty, and so are our hearts. All that is left, are ruins of a palace and unclear memories of hearsay folklores about a king and a woman, together in love, together in grave. //The king never compromised, to relish in hunger, the remains of her soul, with his mighty sword// ~we are still entwined by the same old khadi thread that plucks the last of sequins on my dress.
The copper vessels and brass treasuries, hold burnt manuscripts. And as I hold them, close to my eyes, I can feel the embers, smearing my palms, and their glint, painting rage, in my eyes. What lies behind, the washed inkings, of a forced harlot, dressed in red? //And she never meant, to be a runaway, but the palace doors, seldom let her out on her own.// ~ we are still in love, as I hold on to the minuscule bits of fancy fabric, melting on my collarbones.
And I can hear my cries, of yesternight, echoing in the halls, and vanishing like the butterfly, that sat on my lap, and flew away, at the sound of his sword. The city outside, gazes awestruck, as I hold in grace, the end of my drape, with my shivering hands. Should I let go, all of my disgrace, and twirl and dance, in this forlorn festival? //Oh he wants me to dance, to the rhythm of his footsteps, but do my limbs, hold strength anymore?// ~we are still, innocent lovers, beautiful and loyal, but all in hindsight.
Tis a long read ___________________________________________________
Inspiration~ "But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing." ~ Maya Angelou ___________________________________________________
ᴛʜᴇ ʟ(ᴀ/ᴏ)ꜱᴛ ꜱɪɢʜ
When she sings aloud in a pitch too high Humans would cater nearby Witness her with growing joy Hear her chirp,with joyous plight.
For it's not the same,Not for her, Not in this silver rimmed cage. For she swam along the rimless sky Before she was tricked by a human hand.
Bleak her voice is,she realised Cried too hard, of solemn denies. But human ears felt no pain They heard the murmur, and made their child listen to them.
She did hide all salty waters behind her eyelids Continued singing with all probable symphonies She chirped a gospel of her life Highlighting the ironies of time.
Of a time she crashed among the winds And of a time she was hit by the bar of steel A time when her features coloured the achromic sky And of a time when her wings could barely move by.
Of a time when she took care of her kids,made nests and visited her relatives And of a time when she knew only men,their trades and business,she was homeless Of a time she danced on the lucid rains And of a time ,she received two bowls of water and grain in a day.
Her thoughts again clamping her The sight of the bars, triggering high pressure She shooks a bit and cries to hard Twas for the last time.
Her shrieking voice inaudible Her weary wings stagnant with fear Her teary eyes closing Fighting against the long lost memories.
Of the diving into sky Racing with the winds Making friends with clouds. Gossiping with the trees, thanking them by their adorning sweet chirping.
All lost in moment, All lost in a shrug All emotions void After singing the last sigh.
#monumentc Maybe not the Cinderella you wanted! But taged you because @writersbay this is a monument I tried to build in rememberance of the bird that was once free and now deceased for all those inhuman activities shower on it.
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