Willing to lose To fall deep down To hide the bruises by layers of foundations and concealers What about crack lips? You have a genuine emotion By saying: my absence hardly bothers you Now, see, volcanoes by you Led me to write elegy, melody and what not! Agree for having true emotion Who cares? Even if I am fighting with my depression, all alone Due to my naive mind I am lost I feel as the world in front of has shattered But I am wrong It isn't as it appears to be This taught widened my eyes It's not anyone's object That they come to scratch and tear me up It's my precious life Which has a rhythm, harmony whole Thank you for saying that bitter truth words But today I proudly say: that made me unstoppable If that doesn't happened in my life I would live in a false life For considering you as my soulmate is nothing more than a mistake Yeah I pray for you, still Regardless I don't want you back Truth is always sour to hear But that made me bold and limitless From that day onwards, I care of my existence I give priority for who I am? You doesn't deserve me... maybe some better or maybe some low Although not my concern, who do you belong! But not me, atleast
Sometimes I regrets for my past Sometimes I feel exhausted Sometimes I am madly in love Neither I can go back and erase it Nor anyone will accept me for who I am In fear of judgements, I lose myself I have nothing own to address as mine
What am I? A path finder? Peeping from kaleidoscope of life's journey Hanging with yesterday's lies Hoping for tomorrow's burning candle Disturbed, depressed, discomfort or to discover Fear of body shaming, fear of critical comments I lose myself in search of refined archetype
Illuminated thoughts, twilight, under the cosmos Feels like box with minute, malefic witch Distracted from the aims of my birth, my existence Goodbyes to sincerity and great affection Living outside a real life Deeper the lines, carries abundance of failures A lie to self is always a betrayal to ownself
I feel to end me What's the definition of "real"? I give less concern for "what they think of me?" I don't know who am I After every few seconds, I find a different version of me
I pen raw I pen dark Sometimes too more attached Sometimes I find amongst attention seekers Sometimes I need the shelter of tenderness Sometimes I feel irritation
A blend of blues and purples Followed by sanguine and sang-froid Someday, somewhere I met an angel Who says, sometimes it bitter to let go of the pain But it's necessary to keep the pain inside us
Though it's not easy to hold every time But to vent out sensations through words, not by tears Sometimes I am imbecile Sometimes I feel cheerful Sometimes I sit abandoned Sometimes I paint you
Unfortunately, I loved you in autumn They asked not to wet in the rain But they hardly can glimpse my waterfall, flowing fountains of the rivulet Just like a wave, Sometimes boosted And sometimes dropped off I feel to end myself
Come live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.
- Christopher Marlowe
Pastoral poetry originated in ancient Greece when the poet Theocritus started writing about rural life and nature in the countryside.A pastoral poem focuses on the fantasy of withdrawing from modern life to live in an idyllic rural setting. No matter the form or structure the poetry takes, it always explores country life.