That Star I see Near to Moon, is not so lonely. I agree not so lively too.
Before I say what I felt about this sight And how my insides pretty much had a fight I would like to share What I didn't feel... In an hour of, me staring into the starry sky I didn't feel that The star was admiring moon For having scars worth loving For giving light worth keeping For being the beauty worth looking.
For a moment, A rock of realization hit the deepest chord of my heart. It took a moment more, To actually feel it. Then one more, To understand it. But until an hour passed, I didn't know that What I felt wouldn't heal in a moment or more.
That star never admired the Moon If anything, it pitied her. It pitied her Because the metaphors ; didn't It pitied her Because people who appreciated for standing alone; didn't. It pitied her Because considering all the people loving her didn't actually made her any feel better. It pitied her Because she didn't know all this. How would she? She was, is and will forever will be lonely.
Stars are distant too. Some are soo far that they seem alone too. But deep down it knows That it isn't lonely... There are others out there just like her It has a sense of being similar.
Being different makes moon unique But until it knows that She is being called unique She is being loved She will always be at pity of a star.
My shadow in the moonlight
Shallow black in dim white
In dark even our own shadow leaves
How can anyone else stand up to our dreams?
But trust me,
Far away, my shadow too screams
tryin' to help me conquer the realms.
Even in slightest light
My shadow was back in sight.
People we love are same as shadow
In dark, they want us to grow.
In our darkest scary nights
We feel they don't lend a hand
But darling! its because they know
it's you' who need to stand
They just hide
Even being your side
coz, they know
This time 'you' need to row
It is your boat of dreams
you're bound to fight the streams
And when you seem to drown
Instead of winning a crown
Just like your shallow shadow
They come back to help you row.
This is what I see
This is how I think
Even when all light flee
My heart did never sink.
My shadow in the moonlight
Shallow black in dim white.
As humans, we lie Hiding the true feathers, In the innermost shelves. More than to others We lie to ourselves.
We lie, Coz we are unaware, That we do care. We lie, In the name of being strong, But it's utterly wrong. We lie, Of not being afraid When we do need aid. We lie, Of not being in love Assuming it's just for now. We lie, Of not being jealous And pretend to be zealous. We lie, To ourselves coz we hope Denial will help us cope.
If our souls are
pounding to get entangled
If our eyes never
get tired of searching each other
so it be...
If we are no similar
and yet, we like it
go with it...
If we are not sure
yet can't let go
don't let go...
Maybe we are
already in love...
Maybe our minds
are lil confused...
Let it be the way it is
U can't get over with all ease
Let's not call it 'love'
at least not just now
Before we name
Let's feel it first...
@heartsease an strikingly amazing writer. A gem, I'd say @murryben who showers her love for a struggling poet. I miss you
More often than not miraquill is blind to some work, writersnetwork deaf to your calls. It matters not to me as long as you poets have a word on mine.
I am grateful that out of four or five poems which miraquill has read so far, I won two #pod. And that's really great. Yeah as a young child learning to write, I feel down when my teacher pays no heed.
And it acts as a balm when you stop by to read my little poems. Hoping you would love this myth. Sending my love to you. Let's me conclude with this song.
There's talk on the street it's there to remind you Doesn't really matter which side you're on You're walking away and they're talking behind you They will never forget you 'til somebody new comes along NEW KID IN TOWN, THE EAGLES
GLOSSARY/ FYI Dumsari - The realm of the Seven Mountains Leichinian - Inhabitants of the Dumsari Hills Longvar - the protagonist, a man Dilia - a nymph, and the love of Longvar
LONGVAR AND DILIA
‘How can I doff off your peerless beauty,
Your careless laughter of a nightingale, Your step in the fashion of spring-time,
And your curls of midnight black?’
Alas! Longvar’s betrothed was gone,
Banished from the land of Dumsari
For the Leichinian deemed the nymph
Not a creation of the same hand.
‘My dear, Dilia,’ wailed young Longvar,
‘What’s become of the vow we made?
Oh, would that my heart were a stone!
I been waiting for the love I have for you
To fall off and desert my grieving heart,
And sure like every season autumn comes
With all its fall, but fails to shake off
For once your image crafted in my heart.’
Wildings bowed in commiseration,
Wild bees arranged their lullabies,
And curled up in her boudoir she lay
Drowning in the sea of her sorrows;
No, nothing could offer consolation
For separation of two souls in love
Is too great a scene to paint in words –
What’s a river divorced from its water.
‘My love,’ cried Dilia, ‘I send my bluebird,
It will convey you my state of despair.
My bones are cold like a chilly winter
My heart hollow like a dead flute
Though upon bed of scented flowers I lie,
Though wrap in a blanket made of fireflies.
You alone are the flame to warm my soul
The melody to fill my hollow space.
Though a Leichinian I am not, the love
For you I have is true to last a lifetime;
Though sevenfold death may part us
To you only shall I bind my soul.
Sure as the rain reaches the sand
And rivers reach the sea, I will look For a dwelling made of your bones,
And therein lay my panting heart to rest.
It is a crimson evening. The palms on Cuffe Parade glow as the sun kisses them orange. All cars head north. Too much red.
I'm sitting in a balcony. Thinking of you.
As dusk grows Sleep seems to vanish Into cemeteries and graveyards. Only the dead close their eyes here.
Are we the ones they call sad?
I was born here, Sweat and blood spent on an Wednesday evening When the Electricity Gods in the city Decided my fate. Dark as the city without light.
And you found me. An aberration. You cannot hold onto me. You cannot let me go.
Let the city take you.
Intoxicate you. Ribald and racy, Leaving you wanting more. Every ounce of delirium. Every ounce of despair.
Every living second A dive into your unattainable dreams. Talking heads Scream in your ears About the love you cannot forget. Like a prophecy you are bound by, The scenes of life act out your narrative.
You will be born And you will continue dying Till the day of your death.
For years, The sea will call out to you. On days of grief, You will find yourself Walking through Art Deco buildings, littered with hunger.
The waves reflect your rage, lashing out. The sun, a shade of metallic chrome. Din of the barely alive. Silence of the almost dead.
Where I live, is not the destination of your heart. Where I live, you stay With your hurt.