This pain on my wings, I got through falling down…
For once, I was the queen of my dreams,
For once I was proud of my wings.
Ask me not, where not did I fly, the garden, the mountain, the rivers the glittery town.
Over the cloud and close to sky, for once I thought, the world as my own.
What a pleasure, a history divine.
A love to life, a life not benign.
As of my proud, I flew through thunder, Oh! I fell down, as no wonder!
Falling high, my wings torn apart, hidden beneath the leafy blanket if nine.
As for now I can not fly, Can you guess, the pain of mine?
Watching others to fly and dance, I look above and begin to cry.
Though sometimes,
I question the cause; blame my vows.
But AM I A BIRD, IF DARE NOT TO FLY!
Mirth of fighting with the mighty wind,
Joy of singing with the rhythmic rain,
Way too worthy, than this lamely pain.
I might save my tears for late, if I fall again derailed.
But for now, I love, this sky;
I will start trying again.
AS FOR NOW, it’s wounded wing, BUT IT’S NOT AN WOUNDED BIRD…
Tag Archives: self
WHOSE FAULT
What is dream? What is aim?
What it is people long for?
She started searching, since she was kid,
She was different, she well thought.
A long notes, a lots of lecturers, heard and watched, as they said.
She thought, it was money, to grow rich!
So she started, methods for such;
She tried something without a plan, not knowing how and what to look for.
Suddenly, it wasn’t her dream, it wasn’t required.
Once again she found a new dream,
She thought it was to find a lover, someone rich, love her more, a worthy man of her love.
“I will devote my youth and old, happily together nothing to bother”;
So she searched, a perfect man, in every man she could find;
She met many, but noone worked out, as they were on a similar line!
Handsomeness, loyalty, and fidelity, all wanted;
but not from self, from their partner;
Teenage passed, in this wish;
once she grew, she will find her prince.
In such way, time passes,
People came and went, nothing changed.
Noone found her worthy of their time;
She asked people, all whom she knew,
Few said beauty, few said money, few said self-esteem, all she lacked!
So what’s now?
she changed profiles, changed her beauty creams she found;
From organic to cosmetic all she tried;
All failed, as by this time;
People she met, few had broken past…
few wanted just time pass, but she wasn’t ready for her compromise;
Long has she saved her true first love, for someone, who loves as their own.
So, again everything failed apart.
Now, she was broken, deep inside, all her childhood, teenage, and old;
All just passed, all in void.
Now she was all herself again, neither she was rich, nor had the handsome prince.
She has to be just another bride, just another groom!
No white horse, no empire of her own;
She has to compromise, now she can’t frown.
All fantasies , all fancies, all fairy tales so far, vanished, made her own a clown.
She lost herself, she failed herself as she thought;
This pain as she said: “my heart bled like never before, as we see a woodcutter chopping hard and hard”.
She had noone, she thought for,
No friends, she cared for.
Though she is living, but not alive;
There the question rises again…
“What is dream, what is aim, what is people long for…”
Whose fault?…
DEAR HEART
When all sudden, nothing seems right,
When you have nothing; to hold it tight.
When despair is all around you, but noone to hold your hands.
When having everyone around you, doesn’t makes sense, and you still feel alone.
When your fate is mocking at you, and God and has decided to watch quietly.
Oh my dear heart! don’t cry; don’t cry, if there is darkness around you.
When you fear what if nothing works out and maybe everything can fall apart.
Everything but you will be left destroyed;
Oh my dear heart!Don’t get hurt;
When people whom you trusted, breaks your heart, don’t be timid;
Do not compare with others, who looks amazing smiling on their present life.
As, there is difference, between smiling and laughing!
No heart, ever died of heartbreak, despair and failure;
For life is the very source of being alive;
And when hope of survival is there, passion of, not over yet, is there;How can life ends…
So, oh my dear heart!don’t loose hope;
Is it the first time, it ever happened?
is it the second time, you have noone to complain!
You know better; things have happened earlier, situations have been similar;
Oh my dear heart! But you never quit;
Remember the promise, you made to me;
You will never be like others,the previous day;
Today is just another day; another issue to make you proud of yourself, proud that you weren’t afraid.
Oh my dear heart, let it go;
I know you, since I was born, I got this body; so got you;
We have been together in shit, joy and mirth;
Didn’t you once told me, I am strong; if it was true then, so it is now;
I have you, you have me; and so we are complete;
Oh my dear heart, thou are my friend;
So, wipe your tears, look into mirror;
What beauty, what strength, does others have,better than you.
Isn’t your favourite song” jodi tumar daak sune keu na aase, soi tumi ekla chlo re…”?
Don’t you like reading linkon and Thatscher?
If it’s so, then you have believe, believe in yourself, believe in me;
Oh my dear heart! I promise to make you proud,
Proud for choosing my body and me.
Let me repeat your favourite lines…
“Where there is a will, there is a way”…
And oh my dear heart! I will
“Always be with you”…
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