Running into those early February, My cursed heart recalls our unfinished memory, That moonlit night , Where I promised you the stars and the tide And you pledging for a FOREVER , under the same light .
God formed mercury, along with the fascinating galaxy Those black holes and His enchanting rainbows And all my eyes bewitched on you, my whisker-fairy The queen of mine glamorous nights .
Your "purrrs" at dusk Those berry"chirrups" on first blush And your clinging fur on our coach , Don't your absence haunts my existence?
Remembering you with love today Although this keep happening every day, I think of "us" in silence Reminscing through our memoirs, And every fragment of mine shattered heart Struggling to voice your name , atleast once.
The fact you are no longer causes only pain Those divine snaps and our virgin stain, And that promise of a forever in heaven Lends hope to live my pointless life again.
Remembering those nights of ours at sea, Without fail, brings a wider smile in me . Thinking of us flumping on our best-loved spot With those heartful talks and those silly silent codes Oh, those bygone beautiful memories ! Well, Don't tell me mine life was blissed.
And now you rest among the world of nature, Finally becoming a part of something greater . And this distance created , after you eventually parted Makes my heart grow more fonder And our love flourish more stronger Eternally , even beyond death.
•Note on the Character used** Agatha Trunchbull is fictional headmistress of Crunchem Hall Primary School. She's the main antagonist in Roald Dahl’s 1988 novel Matilda, in the 1996 film Matilda and the 2011 musical MatildaMiss Trunchbull was a past shot putter, hammer, and javelin thrower in the Munich Olympics. She often throws children and uses a crop to scare children as punishment, which often ends in accidents or injuries. Source Google
O the vital past youth ! Wasn't that a phase I ne'er required ease and rest . For unlike instant , my bones sure wasn't feeble greeting death .
If only I could be that young I would certainly undergo mine first love again, As harshness and emptiness of my declining years wilt get buried In presence of teens, beautiful sorrows coupled with stress And undoubtedly in the existence of mine lover's savage expressions , Which once succoured my love life, and one I very much miss till date .
In whims of youth, was glorious,is breaking all rules With the power of friendship, we swayed the whole school. From commanding the younger to being the root of all issues, Hard to let slip of those strong memories, put together with those innocent folks, Even when life moves on , I'm certain all of us relives in it , Even in dreams .
Youth hood, the broad daylight of life Is the definite span of promised happiness With verities of greives followed with de trop bundle of advice.
Ain't prime youth , the hour in which the day of life dies! Ain't it the phase packed with considerable pessimism ? The innessential aggressions and those unrequired angers Did I not feel the loss of patience !
The first time I realized I'm expecting, Musings of having a tiny human growing in me Stuffed my soul with bursting happiness And my eyes with rolling tears . Besides all these , I did have fears Those freaking ideas of new mom hood .
I wasn't aware how my body will respond I was afraid how my hormones would react I know this fragment of life could be easy but somewhere inside ,the possible errors frightened Either way Being fortunate to have you in my arms Mattered the most to me
Shrieks of how long will it last , this dilation and contrasts That battle of eightfold hours active labour . But That few minute following birth That moment your eyes started to look around the environment All those pain to bring you out made sense Glimpsing your perfect little face , Did change my complete world .
I was Social anxious and narrow minded But when you were hungry, I'll feed you anywhere Stores or restaurants, or even in church I really don't care .
There was times, I lost track of my plans There was times my new body was being body shamed There was times our relationship were questioned There was times I felt sorry for myself to take up advises with a bucket load of salt But at the end of the day all this bothers ,Mattered less Infront of your sleeping face , convincing me how fortunate I am .
Here's a tip-off for a typical routine Which once upon a time , before the epidemic Was every ones familiar groove
Start it waking up at an unaccustomed hour And at the interim , rush with the house devoir. As always time will run out desperately Assuring being on time for work, a pseudo dream. There will be time getting stucked in traffic gridlocks, Making work life more rigid . But forsake it , with aim and hope go forward , Resolve at your work site , and kick the day off . There sure will be so many bothers junk mails welcoming and piles of files and documents greeting. And of all the dear network, sheepishly creeping ! Battle all off , and fly to the softer home .
Be at bed , as the last act Ringed with the love of the bed and a must wanted nap . Flawlessly there, from nowhere Chain of thoughts of tomorrow's to-dos and today's lows Will haunt the rest , and what's not more ?
In Midnight whenever cacophony sleeps under the shadow of core the fairy descends on my garden holding the euphony for the scattering of golden white .
Consoles my brown broken canvas with A lullaby to dance again to paint again to make the wilted petals elated and delighted Splashing the elixir of supernova who are cursed for the code of conduct of universe.
Pats my eyes not to glide Pearls remembering not to be remembered And says ~Your eyes wanna see the Adventure not the melancholy for the known who has been unknown..