Tell me your tale

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Tell me your most horrendous tale,

Dear one,

Tell me how you shivered

When you saw your worst fear come true,

How you trembled

When you were trapped alone with it,

Tell me how you conquered it,

Tell me how you suppressed

Your anxiety

And overcame that feeling

Of utter dread;

Tell me how you escaped

Your impending doom,

And changed your destiny

To stand where you are now;

Tell me your worst story, dearest,

Let me know how you have explored

Every dark corner of your mind

And have come back alive

To tell me

That incredible tale.

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Take me home

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Take me to a place

Where I can find myself,

Cherish every moment,

Where I’m closer to mother nature;

Take me to a place

Where I can cry out loud,

Where I can run and play,

And laugh away my sorrows;

Take me to a place

Where I can get away

From all the responsibilities

Of this mortal world,

Where there’re no judgemental opinions,

Where liberty finds me;

Take me to a place 

Where I can live in peace,

And have someone who cares for me –

Please take me home.

Friendship Day

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A poem written from the perspective of someone I know:

It’s just another day

Craving for one

To recognise

The pricks of those ruthless thorns,

To understand

Each day spent in agony,

To heal

Every aching wound,

To forget

All the hatred, the ego,

And to forgive and to forget;

Craving

To be one’s own friend,

To be there for oneself –

It’s ‘friendship day’, they say,

Having not many friends,

Running away from the very few left,

Into an empty place

Without barricades,

To a place

Where there’s no one to call ‘friend’,

Wondering why

There are still a few left

Why they refuse to extricate themselves

From the circle

Of an unwanted person,

With a screwed-up mind,

From a meaningless bond –

They’ve been shown

Not to meddle anymore

Into any affairs with this ‘friend’

Because friendship is not what you’ll get;

Feeling sorry for befriending so many,

Wiping away from the mind

All the memories made,

And running away,

Far, far away,

Is the only way

To celebrate this friendship day.

Home

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Here’s a poem that I wrote for my neighbour Mrs.K, overhearing a phone conversation with her daughter:
All I’ve ever wanted

In life

Was to have a home I could go back to –

Cozy and warm,

Where there is no pretense,

Where I can be

My true monstrous self,

Where I can find

Comfort, happiness, peace

And love,

Despite all the hatred that I manage to dump

Upon innocent people;

All I ever wanted 

In life

Is to have one person

Who would care for me

Despite all my flaws,

Who knows me, understands me, 

All my insane thoughts and percepts,

Loves me unconditionally;

And now,

As that one person

Pleads with all her might,

For me to come back,

Yearning for another day with me,

Having a heart made of stone, I deny;

I have everything I’ve ever wanted

And yet nothing.

And as I deny, she pleads even more,

And in every little unhearable beat 

Of my heart,

As every little droplet of blood

Is being pumped out,

One can hear the happiness,

The gratefulness,

Ocean-deep sorrow,

The hurt, the pain,

True love,

The anger, lonesomeness;

Swaying with the rhythm

Of a long-forgotten, woeful song

Sometimes, like the tumultuous waves of the open sea,

My bloodstream rises and falls,

Constricted to the walls of tiny veins,

Unable to rupture and flow free;

And that pressure was able to show me –

I wanna come home, mother,

I really do.

Lost in thoughts

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In this world

Of people who never care,

Of thoughts

Tangled with twisted principles,

Of really insane percepts

That people tend to have,

Ones that are really simple,

Very comprehensible

To the human brain,

And yet, somehow, extremely complicated,

Because our sentiments,

Like a gargantuan web of unwanted thoughts,

Knit with every other thought

Of utter irrelevance,

Like a cloud of insensible words

That make no meaning,

Envelope us,

Enclosing us in a bubble-like world

Of loneliness,

Making us blind

To the truth that stands brazenly

For us to see;

And we, in  turn,

Hold grudges against all others

Just because

Everyone is lost 

In their own chain of thoughts,

And never wish to disentangle themselves,

From those that might 

Lead them away from morality,

Or keep them in dark;

We never come out

To see the world, to know the people in it;

We never come out 

Of the bubble we’ve built,

To understand a friend, another person,

’cause all we know

Is our own thoughts.

By yourself

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Spend more time with yourself,

Visit new places,

Get to know new things,

Read new books,

Play your guitar,

Cycle in the mornings,

Work out,

Watch the sun rise,

Work, shop, dance, write,

But don’t ever expect

Another person to join,

Because the expectation

Is what makes you feel

Lonely.

Who’s there?

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My ears strained

And strained

To hear a voice – any voice,

One of reassurance,

One of love,

One of excitement,

One of promises,

One that would take me away,

Over the hills,

The seas,

The horizon,

Where the sun meets the earth,

But never really does

Where I am drenched

In a world of bliss,

Where this minute is eternity.

I called out loud,

To see if any voice would reply,

But alas, there was no response –

There was no one.

Boast

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No, they do not want to know

The hurdles you’ve crossed,

The places where you’d been hurt,

The tragic way

You’ve fallen,

How nightmares have scared you,

How you’ve cried yourself

To sleep

On those nights of pain;

No, they do not want

To know your struggles,

Your lonesome days,

Or your extreme fears;

All they want to hear

Is you’re never going to be better

Than they had ever been,

That you’re lower

Than them,

That they have always been

Your only hope

To a better life;

All they want to show

Is their wealth,

That they’re in a better situation,

Than you have ever been,

That you are dust

On comparison;

All they’ve ever wanted

Was to brag

And boast

In front of people 

Who never cared a bit.

Illusion

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As if there are fire torches

In an underground cavern,

As if there are stars

On a moonless night,

As if there are roses

In a barren desert,

As if there are flecks of hope

In moments of despair,

Here I am,

Trapped in this illusion,

As if there’s love

Amdist all the well-concealed hate.