Thanks to every person who made yesterday so beautiful. I never knew someone could be loved without reasons and expectations, and people who do, deserve all the same. I love you guys a lot. And I wish you only and only happiness and peace. ❤️
REALIZATIONS ARE SAFE DANGERS
Today, I woke up, Hands tucked into sleeves Surprised, I walked upto the mirror Glanced back and forth at my body. I was a little too homesick to see myself Perhaps that's why I turned up earlier too, But then my home hasn't been built.
Today, time kept moving, But the world stopped for once to see me I felt happier, thinking today it wasn't me who's left unseen. In the hour between night and dreams, When rosemary made perfumes for me, I was a little too dismayed to realise The fragrance I was gifted has borrowed life from hemlock siblings.
Today, I read life, From pages of a book written not by me, It said life is beautiful and purpose defines it, I thought of rainbows, their beginnings and ends looked like no heptad, Yet like a mother it births, offsprings seven. I thought again, the writer was also human, People make assumptions and believe them Like I did when my self-love wasn't born yet and I assumed it never existed. I rained with rains and dessicated with summers, For all who came, I held on with love, Expected reciprocation and a verbatim life.
Today, I woke up again, Pockets stuffed with neon highlighters Surprised, I walked upto the mirror again. This time, glanced at its face and saw- Rivulet-like cracks on its reflecting surface, and abberations too, Realised only today I've been feeding on lies. My mirror wasn't plain but a convex lot, Explains well why disarray of life converged to a point where I believed it didn't exist, I saw expectations metastasize fast into stagnant dynamics.
~Half-writer, half-human had said it right- Life is beautiful and purpose defines it. What he didn't choose to say is beautiful flowers can kill and definitions aren't absolutes, Why would he, or how else would mornings start a new day unless we've woken, Up and away from cold records of yesterdays called- 'Homes built on graveyard of realistic dreamscapes.'
Sword of petals swiftly strikes, In an instant concluding my life. This is how want it to end, A heroic death. All I've ever wanted, Back to home, Knowledge, not to be tested but for fun. Rest on a sunset and wake-up to a sunrise, Light entering in a new world, New day, new beginnings I don't care if they remember me (or not) I've done my part and it's time to bid farewell, To the world I no longer live in... A changed scenario after my Demise, Leaving an impact. No tears, no looking back at yesterday. Heading towards a better tomorrow, Everything I couldn't do, In my hands, my failure reside. My will to live and the desire to die. Doesn't matter anymore, As I float in the void of nothingness. Until next time, To the world I no longer live in...
Note on aicill rhyme: An aicill rhyme in this poem means that the final syllable of line three rhymes somewhere in line four (usually the middle). While I tried in my example below, I came up just a tad short--unless we want to really slant the rhyme of "pleasure/ humming" in the first stanza( sound of 'u' syllable). And in-lieu/new in second verse( sound of 'uu' syllable) .