Quotes and poetry by ilaa_c

I made you reappear

I made you reappear
In the abyss of my loneliness,
I made you stand as the accused
For shattering those hopeful winged dreams of a future which never happened
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ilaa_c 19w

Son of the soil

My father is a simple man
Who toils in the fields
The sweat on his forehead sparkles
When the field is green gold, as they say
Then why do I see drops of blood stains
On his soil speckled shirt
When he hangs it on an old nail
Hammered into the peeling wall
I sometimes ask him,
"Father , what dreams did you harbour
When you were young,"
With a sad smile he answers,
I am a farmer, my son

ilaa_c 19w

Word Prompt:

Write a 10 word one-liner on Forgot

I forgot the person I was until life happened

ilaa_c 20w

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Hope settled in her , In the cold of December
She watched the snowflakes making patterns On her windows,
April tiptoed with promises of Spring Blossoms ,
But the unborn life didn't live to see the light of the day ,
Her maternal destiny was altered by the voices of society ,
She surrendered her womb to the scalpel ,
She searches for him , in the quiet of the darkness ,
Her tears haven't stopped flowing

ilaa_c 20w

Dreams , wild horses running across the landscape of the soul ,
Nightmares , demons tearing the fragile fabric of the mind ,
I then wonder the veracity of sweet dreams
Sleep , a king ruling over his subjects ,
His kingdom somewhere between shadow and substance .

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DREAMS

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ilaa_c 21w

Mother

Mother

I listen to your breath,
It's short now,
I know you find it difficult to go on
You seem to get tired easily
And I search for the beautiful.lady that you were
Time has ravaged your body
Time has drawn furrows across your face
Time tells me that the curtains are about to fall
But the smile remains
In the remains of yesterday.
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ilaa_c 22w

Love

The tinsel blowing listlessly in the wind,
The celebrations long over
The dawn a reminder that she had to get up
And face the day
Alone
Her mind flew back to the day when she had believed in the softness of his voice
The veracity of which could never be confirmed
Till now
Years have been folded away in the drawer of life
But she waits
In the hope,
He would come back
Her empty eyes but speak
If only someone listened to her broken heart
The jagged pieces
For no one knows
Tears never dry up
They cascade deep in the heart
So she waits.
Should she?
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ilaa_c 22w

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©ilaa_c
How long does it take for a mask to become one with the face,
Do we then even recognise ourselves
We stop responding to our name
Because the mask answers
To the societal voices.
The illusionary existence of emotions holds true
Content to be a puppet pulled on a string
By the one who handles us
The mask remains firmly in place
And another day begins.

ilaa_c 23w

Dreams

Dreams of spinning stories
From the fabric of life
Stayed with the longest time with her
The smell of spices
The steel of the ladle splattered on those dreams
The designs inticate
But she never forgot them
Now
Her babies have flown the nest
She refused to give in to the empty nest syndrome
For she realised
That she was now free
To go and meet the dreams
The denizens of a distant country
Once again.

©ilaa_c

ilaa_c 23w

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Freedom

The caged bird is haunted by dreams
Of freedom,
Her voice carries the longing for the open skies,
The pleasant trill brings her a reward of a few more grains,
And then perchance she finds the cage door open,
She takes flight And Nature welcomes her back,
Her voice sounds different like magic,
For isn't that the only way to be ?
Free......
©ilaa_c