Flickering streetlights

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The flickering streetlights

In the dark,

Reminded me of the fireflies

I met, while I was twelve.

When my Pappa took me out

To see a full moon in all its glory

In the open field where a cherry tree stood.

I wasn’t matured then but

Innocent and curious I was

And no darkness didn’t instill,

Any pain in me, the fireflies was enough.

But now as I walk through

This silent street, which once was busy,

Where now only empty windows and

Caged dreams reside,

And lights flickered in neglect while

Streets were filled with shame,

I think to myself

How well the world has changed,

For maturity is a book now

And innocence a bane,

And fireflies aren’t enough anymore

Or the flickering lights.

And as the alleys darkened more

The lights asked me to run,

If not then it would be my turn to change.

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This poem was written in response to a writing challenge by The inked squares

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Let that be now

One day I’ll die and you won’t even know,

What I’ve been through.

I’ll just be a smear of black paint in the wide space,

Unseen by the eyes.

I’ll never see a star nor be one, I’ve never shined,

Not even once.

I’ll never be good, good enough, enough now,

Now it’s time to die.

I did try hard, to stay alive, I tried to breathe,

As hard as I can.

But the air got stuck in the vortex in between,

my mind and heart.

And tears lodged my lungs making it unbearable for me,

To carry on any further.

So one day, I’ll die, let that be now,

Why not now.

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Dear spring

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The leaves are all gone

And I am standing here

Bare naked, waiting for your arrival.

For you to come, touch me by the cold

In the due filled mist of foggy morning

To make me warm and clothed again

In the spring and summer.

Gifting me with green leaves

And impregnating my leaves less arms

With fruits that I’ve hidden inside of me,

For oh so long.

So I’m standing here

With all my follies and pride gone

With all of it shedded down into the earth

And looking into the sky, waiting for your arrival dear spring.

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Picture taken by me 😀😁😂😉

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Stale Rose

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I think you want a rose now

But would you take a stale one.

Yes I was perfect a few years ago

But nothing stays perfect for long.

My petals aren’t red anymore

They are somewhat like blue bruised black

With all the hits and crush and cracks

And my thorns they are brown

Which will help you identify them

More from my stem.

But they can cut more deeper than before.

Still I do smell the same, you know

And I can make you love and love you back, you see.

But I think you want a perfect rose now

And I’m all stale and drying.

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I opened it all

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The thing which was concealed from all

The door which was locked to be hidden away

The part of me which I have stored away,

From Moon, Sun and all sources of light

I have opened it in front of you,

To show you that this is really me,

For it’s what we hide that makes the most of us

The only thing that pulls together

Every other part in our body is this.

It keeps us whole

It makes us whole

And I have opened it in front of you,

Not listening to my mind

Forgetting about the tears warning

That I have shed for trust.

Ignoring all the warnings

I opened myself in front of you

And . . . . . You left me.

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Holes

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The infinite number of days we’ve spent

Talking about the holes we have in each other

Making up plans to fill those holes,

Coming to a conclusion that,

Whatever darkness we both held

Can’t fill our holes because

Darkness leaves a void. . .

Then you gave me your hole and

I gave you mine and we became whole for a while

I never knew before that

Holes in two chest can be filled

If you just put one above the other,

But it just did, and the holes became whole

Until time came with light and

Two hearts parted, for the best.

That’s when I realized that

No one is whole, everyone is full of holes

And those holes never filled mostly because

Future intervened and the present

Slowly drifted into past!

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Sad Song

I remember the day I scrolled through

The list of dozens of songs in my phone

Trying to find that one perfect,

One perfect sad song,

Which will succeed in

Bringing tears to my dry eyes

Which will dissolve the paleness of it

And give it a red tinge, as if it’s alive

I like red, not very fond of it though.

Then I played a song,

It was pretty sad,

But that wasn’t my story

It was someone elses

But somehow all stories feels the same.

So I played my favorite piano piece

No words, no tales,

Just my soul floating in mid air

And dancing to the melancholic melody

Of Nuvole Bianche , and

I felt the water overflow

Through my eyelids slowly brushing

My lashes and as the pace

Of the song increased, tears washed my cheeks

As my lips smiled and

My heart came back to life again.

So………

there rest my tears now

Inside a bottled song of

Ludovico Einaudi

” Nuvole Bianche”

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