its takes a sock
One blue sock
I found on my laundry that day,
It helped me remember everything we said.
It were the socks who help me realize who you were
as you wore clothes that were hers.
I smile as I stare down the cloth
It was the reason we never spoke
One blue sock, all it takes
to make some souls never see each other again.
showed me the brightest of the world
a mixture of colours
and a little sound for a touch
The world's beauty
lies in the eyes of the holder
from the sea to the sunsets everywhere
its like a kaleidoscope
a pattern of two
Where the beauty changes every time
the world moves.
Only to know
if only he knew
how much his words effect people's heart,
would he still stop speaking again?
his words effect my heart
and his absence makes me devastated.
If only, my emotions were controlled,
oh! how i wished i stopped asking people
questioning and sending messages to revive my devastated heart,
only to find them going away from me.
my mind makes me feel bad but my heart's absence is due to him
even if it means to break my heart if he treats me with his absence
i would still yearn for his heartless heart which stole mine.
I know this sounds clingy and shitty but I used to admire you. Like you. Thought you were always there for me .you gave 13 reasons nobody dared to. Those made me love you. I wished time was with us.
I like how you smiled whenever someone praised you
Like those sleepless nights we used to talk
Over months we grew closer
Vast our knowledge and love for one another
Every day you made me think about you
Days and nights I was there for you
You made me cry and laugh
Over and over again
Used me in the end
After all i am just some random person
Loving you for your flaws
Outside those busy nights
To just realize I loved you but we lost it
to say we lost again,
time as in endless bound
for our relations ended the day
we silenced our sound.
Can we go back to this quantity
we call time as we read,
for once a silent voice
The most common lie we ever would tell to children would be that after schooling your life is joyful. It isn't. Its a lie, because we know after passing out how difficult our life gets. Perhaps parents lie to save that little bundle of joy they own... or that little kid who was flowers and sunshine that their teen or child had. Maybe that's how it goes... Life is easy because you have a job, money, and can have get-togethers after work. Our world is a lie. Maybe, just maybe, parents do actually care to lie that the world is a easy place when it isn't.
(I don't mean to offend or attack any person our their, these are my thoughts and opinions)
would it be different if
our minds were still?
us could have survived but we
lost our time, guess I see you in
Dat i love you?
Voice of mine hitched,
As i said i love you,
Loving you was not
Nightless nights I spend,
Thinking about you when you say
I like you too.
Now my voice is muffed
Everything i do,
Should let you
Dat i love you?
Although i think it's the end as
You sing with her with a ring in your hands.
Mind where my pen is
It's quiet unsettling,
How my mind could write,
Even when am not myself
It gives me a new life.
Oh of those people who live through me,
Of the life i wished i had with me.
My sadness is just a way of my world,
As my mind writes a poem,
A poetry or a verse.
Hence i live through my characters,
With tall and might,
As i sit on my chair
Having to see a depressed life.
Worst kind of rejection
Under the roof i know you were the one,
But we both know at the end it wasn't expected.
You saw me as a friend
And I saw you as a lover,
And when i confined about that,
I think you did to let me down later,
Because the next day you said,
You don't know me,
Even when you accepted my feelings,
I can feel your rejection,
As your once brown eyes,
Show the face of ignorance.