Waiting to meet again
Endure the pricking pain
Heart felt crushed
And bruised
Now hope is strengthening again
Waiting to meet again
Endure the pricking pain
Heart felt crushed
And bruised
Now hope is strengthening again
There were many unrest and protest ongoing , wars and crime. Suddenly, there was Covid19 and the fear of pandemic, somehow made this world see some peace. Now, that we are closing for a return to normal, again all the unrest has marked this comeback, for example the protest in America.
It is flaring and raging, seems like the lock down has made people frustrated, their economic pressure release was this protest. People are now voicing concern more for protest and less for Corona virus.
The death rate has actually increased due to virus, still due to economic pressures the lock down has been loosened. The staying away solution was causing side effects. It seems, we the earthlings should now have a different norm, in terms of defensive devices from diseases. Our entrance, exits, touches, wipes .In fact any contact that has a chance to spread unseen virus must be eliminated, designers have provided options with seating arrangement, hats to maintain a distance, automatic doors and so on. What about chemical warfare? Has anyone put a hold on the lab that creates deadly combinations to wipe out nations. Guess not. Because it wasn’t on the list.
In thoughts
in fear
in hearts far and near
in whispers
did you hear?
I was in you
in laughter
in tears
in sighs
in sight
in line
in dot
in dreams
in shots
I was in you
in heart
in soul
we got hot
we got cold
yet death did not take control
I live again..with lots unsaid .untold
I had a sharp tongue
screamed on top of my lungs
swayed away, strayed and lunged
Quick in mind and words
Survived those days
got away with murder
Not now..no more
I realized one thing for sure
words can be friends
can make enemies to end
I now think and say
each day..a bit no more that I can admit
to have said it almost sweet and right
press lips tight..no fights
Life is better than before
Youth may have gone
smile is set on lips
no more need to bite the tongue tip
Pasted on a wall…that is blank..is that a life..always on hang ;)can I loose myself and break free and be myself..the real me..
I think..I should try at least 🙂 To put colors in life as I please.
Change the postures as many as can be..and relax with sizes and prizes that please.
Life is painted and erased with ease , come close and view portrait of life with me..can you see that smile not reaching eyes ..or that tears just blinked off to release…a shooting pain or surging fright..are you in dark ..are you in light.. sketch would be better than paint. waves on face are deeper than lines that erase..how will you dry me..in gloomy rains..tell me once again..
In my heart a feeling is there
The breeze has touched to pass here
Deafening sound demolishing all
In my heart there was no wall
Yet I feel an iron ball
Hit it hard and break it through
Pain is piercing , roughening too
I am silenced , as I am bruised
How will it go..am confused
Help ..I call…am refused
soaking wet ..eyes defused.
Will it bleed..or just die
Heart is dying..eyes don’t cry
Smile can be my last try.
Scars are deep…those  inflicted and never dressed..those wounds remain open..and reminds us of that pain..that severe harsh  insult..or that slap..that make legs weak..those are the hidden scars..we dread..and want to hide…because no one listens to the wailing cry..those tears that couldn’t drop..with fear ..trembling lips..that tried to remain pressed to suppress the loudness…you can not see..those scars..that haunt from depth ..from heart..when someone  loves or is kind..tears just drop…as if..you are set free.