Hello, People today I am going to share some of my writings. I love to write poetry, Stories and inner thought and feelings of my life. I love to write and read. I always try to write about everything I am experiencing, thinking, my feeling. I am sharing some of that today with you guys. Hopefully, you will like it. You can write your thoughts in the reply section. I would love to see your response.
I am Starting with My Favourite Poem-
Today is the 100th day we haven't seen each other
The eyes can't see you
Suffering from pain for hundreds of days,
And
At a distance of not being able to touch you
I am alive with the assurance that I will see you soon.
I remember our old ones
Time spent sitting in the coffee shop for hours
Repeatedly circling the same road
No kissing in the rickshaw
You can't recognize the road
Walk aimlessly
Nothing happened in these one hundred days!
Yet I am alive with a latent assurance
The plague must end,
We will meet again on that old road
Where in the old town
False excuses were seen again and again.
I wrote this one in the middle time of the Covid19 lockdown. That was the time when we all were stuck in our home, nowhere to go, nothing to do. The time i wrote a lot to pass my time. This one is one of them.
Here is another one -
Seeing the smile on her countenance, put an ease on the chest. I began to feel the warmth within, it felt there was something inside, it was racing and the beat was strong.
Then the very next time, saw her gazing into nowhere. She seemed lost in her void, worried about god knows what. Felt an urge to ask what she had been wondering but it would have been done if only had I mustered up the courage to walk to her. I had to stare at her till she had snapped out from her prison. She took a glance at me and my eyes. Seeing her glancing at me with those teary soft eyes, I found myself lost in her, I felt the cold and isolation. The solitude of sorrows, she had felt the collision of reality and fantasy, she seemed vulnerable. Yet I looked down and walked away because her eyes wanted something that I never had.
Here is the Third One -
I did what I expected her to do, perhaps it was too much to ask but too little to do. Wonder if it was depressing? Well, it was. It was a bad thing to do, "FOOLISH" I suppose.
It could have been better expecting the sun to rise at night rather than expecting her to see you with eyes clean. It was messed up, the reality was blurry, it was depressing. Nights were long, the dust fell down so much slow as if the gravity went wrong. Foolish I suppose!
This one is all about my thoughts-
My reality is that in the words of frustration of the day, it is obligatory to impose the responsibility of understanding. Rotating on the same routine in the middle of the night is like clockwork.
I don't have anything to break the shell or the quadrangle. The same syllabus does not have the freedom to break.
It is now normal to become increasingly mechanical, inhumane.
As long as I feel like I can't breathe again, I can't keep up with the rhythm, I can't feel my body floating in the world.
The past, the present, the future, exactly, what I am doing, what I will do, I don't like to think about anything nowadays.
After many days of seeing this, sometimes I feel I need a psychiatrist but it seems that there is no way out where there is a need for these!
Here is another poetry-
Hear this selfish desire of mine,
Perhaps a day after a gloomy night,
We may head to the garden of peace,
In the morning of wintertime.
Are you hearing this?
I know you are....
perhaps not this winter or the next
but years later,
When we will have no promises
but breaths to keep.
We will find ourselves together,
Embracing us into it,
Exhaling our breaths and saying,
"The wish has been granted!"
Hope you guys enjoyed it. STAY SAFE EVERYONE. HIVE<3