and thats it…

It was meant to be

or was it intended to be

both lead to the same outcome

on a smaller scale.

memories were created

knowing that the

future was unknown.

It didnt hurt a bit

when reality bit in installments

But it hurt when the installments

added up to the larger picture

and created you and I

from us.

What once united us

made you and me today.

There is no tears in

the depth of regret.

There is no pain in

the well of depression.

There is just

a small

hope,

hope not for the new

beginning, but a hope

for a dark subtle

life away from all

and the world.

But everytime

I try to reach that paradise

which I call as such,

Is withheld by the thought of

the massacre it would

leave behind if i reach my destination.

there is no medicine to cure these

sleepless nights

There is no music to sooth

there is just

the thoughts, thoughts

which not all understand.

An all time working brain

to mum the heart.

Words metaphorically

trying to express the depth of thoughts

same time not to be understand by all

for that is meant to be; for that is truly intended to be…..

and that’s it.

 

Cheers to life

 

 

 

 

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Miss me once….

Broken life with all the negativity

is what I behold with a masking tape

called smile trying to hold it together.

Anger, rage is my defense against

everything nice that tries to get

close to me…

You make me lower my guard

and here i am open to everything

I hated ,for once i was gutted by it.

I know u r drenched in your

own little rain.

But let me be the umbrella

that you deep down need.

I know you are in a storm

I wanna be there with you by your side.

I know for you are strong

but let me be there just for once

for let me be the exception….

For you matter to me

You sooth the monsters in me

you make me keep my ego aside

baby you are my Harley

to the joker in me

Darling I miss you

yet i can drag about it in

poems for when i talk to you

it scares me to tell even to say

I miss u, so darling miss me once…….maybe

 

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Cheers to life

Airboy89

Empire of anger

The kingdom of happiness

was destroyed by betrayal,

the guardian of peace

was left hammered and squandered.

All was felt lost, a river of tears

flowed like a flood.

amidst all the chaos

an empire was slowly being built;

anger was the general, rage were the soldiers

tears were the fuel for energy.

Distances were covered, oceans were crossed

reason took a back seat as the urge to win

was full speed ahead.

Pride was hurt, truth was denied,

loyalty was shattered.

death stood aside and laughed at

the struggle .

God disappeared, the devil appeared and stood by.

Pain became strength, solitude became an attitude.

memories became a lesson.

sorrow became sword of destruction.

finally a villian was born amongst hero’s

and irony was he was the fallen and

an angel was the one who threw him off.

thus an empire of anger was built

with blood sweat tears n words…….

 

cheers to life

Airboy89

 

 

The princess who slayed the demon

There was darkness hiding within him

there was no heart but a fireball.

There was no mercy just rage n rage.

As he took off on the journey to

destroy that which and who destroyed every inch of

happiness and peace in him

he did not stop and in the journey

day by day he killed the kindness inside of him

his generosity died a painful death.

Until the day she came and called him

selfish.

That word lit up a memory lamp

of thousand  flame.

For the first time after a long time

it hit him,it hit him hard and deep.

and the heart which he believed was dead

slowly started beating.

For such was the impact of her voice.

he had not seen her just her voice

and it made him slowly calm down.

For once the monster

who terrorized was terrorized.

his anger his rage was nothing infront of her.

And there he stood in dilemma of whether

to fall for the love which made him a moster

or accept the same love which calmed the monster

he had become

cheers to life

Airboy89

 

Silence in your eyes…

Squandering away the one life

that we got ,we both know

it maketh no sense ,for the lost time

shall never be back.

No amount of guilt shall wash away the pain.

No amount of tears shall bring back the same.

The universe plotted against us separately

but made us land up on the same path

of darkness eventually.

You are the Harley to the joker inside of me.

You are the yin to my yan.

Oh darling there are no words

in my vocabulary which can describe how I

feel for you.

you make the joker, a joke.

Oh honey how shall I tell you

the pain will surely subside

all you got to be, is to be patient.

When you say you sad, a piece of me

cringes beyond repair saying why is life so cruel.

I can give you a thousand positive words.

yet it will not heal you, till you realize

we all are broken little by little.

And amidst the brazenness

we all find a sort of shelter

which we all hinder to take in the shelter.

Don’t be scared of the monster who

gives his hand. He is there for a reason

beyond your reasonable mind.

Give it a try for he may not be

a knight in shiny armour.

But he knows your valor.

You may have given up as he had once did.

But baby at times its okay to take a risk

once again for you never know

it may be the final time you have to

take a risk ever again……

Cheers to life

Airboy89

 

 

 

Simplicity

Simplicity – Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Not sure how to participate? Here are the steps to get started.

Simplicity

She fed the hungry,

the arrogant, the crawlers

the talkers, the walkers.

She kept herself hungry so

that rest can eat.

Never uttered a word of self praise

nor was there an inch of self loathing as well.

She never said no to the requests

of the toddlers nor the talkers.

She would wear old clothes

so rest of them could wear new.

She would walk miles

so that the rest could spare the walk.

She would fast in the name of imaginary being

so that the IB would not be angry for deeds

of others.

She would lose sleep waiting for the sleepless

she helped the crawlers to walk and talk.

Even when the talkers began

to talk back to her

My dad calls her his wife

i call her a idol of simplicity

she is my mother.

she is the walking talking

god who is non imaginary….

 

 

Cheers to life

airboy89