You have to grow Even growing means cutting a stem and planting the same , There was no rain so even thinking everything you did was in vain , Even you have to go to rot and fall down during autumn , Even you have to spurn from new branches to be a flower first you have to be the bud , Sometimes you grow into wild shrubs , Sometimes grow into healing herbs , To grow and realize significance timber out of chestnuts tree , Sometimes you will be compromised to keep habitat evergreen , Sometimes the scrap of you is of great importance , Helding high touching sky as soon as eucalyptus , Even being reaped from Earth but so frail that wild air and Earth can’t grip us , You will fall there all ended ,
Sometimes it is intended. Sometimes growth means growing all apart
Know my mind is a closed cage , I am bounded by your invisible chains , I tried to run I know this would hurt , Cracks in the walls but no light gets in , Maybe you were never what you showed maybe I was imagining , What was my crime to get punished , this brutally ? , But you never really held me how to ask you to release ? , but it went wrong , I stepped on false stone , I never knew worst is yet to come , While I have set myself free yet I feel imprisoned.
Maybe it wasn’t the chains , I needed to cut the roots , Maybe I put you on pedestal you had no choice to keep me on your shoes , You kept me in the dark you thought I won’t wished for the sky , I know I can’t run but never thought I could fly , but it turned from the heaven to catastrophe , but it went wrong , I stepped on the false stone , I always knew deep that worst was yet to come , But one day , I will free myself yet I feel imprisoned.
Woke up , early , mama asked take only two candies , I spinned across the room , I got tired easily , I fall asleep on the bed peacefully , Now I can’t make mistakes I can’t be wrong , I remember music in my heart but crave for that lost song.
I have watched this movie a hundred times , I was saying the dialogues speaking between the lines , I once believed in sparkly things and fairytales , I made a painting knowing I am not that great , I felt on the ground from bed I thought I had huge wings , The kingdom was mine sometimes I was the most desirable queens , That is a place I belong I belong , I remember music in my soul but I crave for the lost song.
Bare feet running on the ground , I played with the colour now I am praying to lord not to get found , I miss the mischief , Sometimes I was innocent sometimes I was thief , There is former house at the old lane , I still call it home , There is feeling that I long I long , I remember the music in my soul but I crave for the lost song.
Golden tint over my canvas , An artist is nothing besides his madness , Wrote you a sonnet , wrote you a poem wrote you many stanzas , My words could never do fair play for you , Aesthetically , World applauds my art but for you I am always curious painter.
The north star in my constellation , The protagonist in my every imagination , Sketch of your remnants in my every adaptation , It’s your glimmering light that makes void in my pages spark , Your spilled colors you think is messy it makes my most admired art , There are countless pages where I have stopped writing further , Never putting fullstop commas one after another , In despair , many of us have that one unsung tale , Yet I get tint of gold whenever I dwell into your details , Sometimes sharing you to the world makes me feel like a traitor , World stood admiring you but I sat and wondered like curious painter.
Tried drawing you with words his silent lips those unfathomable eyes , Made countless attempts again and again had rigorous practice , Saw the random words deposited on paper thought I could never do him justice , I am miser painter who chooses not to use her favourite color , I am negligent pianist who only hits that one note upright which she as child discovered , Your possession on my art I am running from your ghost still in your reflection on my paper appeared a little fainter , World will always admire you closely modestly you would spot me in corner occasionally looking at you like bewitched wondering like curious painter.
I had to keep going. Penning down several poetries now and then. Seems like I am wasting too much of time in it. I have my second year exams which I am not taking seriously so I need a proper break of two months till my exams are over because I am scrolling through wordpress . This app they have people like me who have same interests as me. i.e. writing. I need time for my self study which I actually forget count when I am using it . I promise you regular update after my exams are over. I am sorry.
That’s the game of evolution Darwin said Only to survive would be the one who is fittest , The one who does the charity , Thinks he can replinsh rules of society , Whether that’s massacre all over there is bloodshed , The one to suffer more is never the power holding man , Thinks he can stop the disaster but discovers his own made calamity , Build big skyscrapers But stoops low each time to bring more shame on humanity , Could have done million of things with that mind , They mask it under dirty politics and brings down mankind.
Everything’s fair in love and war , How did you not find child’s laughter pure ? , He thinks his father is daily wage worker , He is to tender to understand he got killed in mass murder , His mother laid beside him her soul leaving her body , She was to a daughter to somebody , He will be sitting there not leaving her mother on the roadside , Tell me how to explain the child meaning of geopolitical ugly game how to explain him genocide , How to fight them all when they are combined ? , They will write history with his lost innocence bring back shame to mankind.
The countries will be bringing the aid , They will trade women’s body for the bread , There once a history resided no it left with no trace , Now only photographs evident before everything got ruined turned into carcass , Each time they all come in hopes of better opportunities , Before they all end it into man made calamity , They build missiles , bombs and machine guns most intelligent creatures built their own death traps , History’s evident this has happened and will keep happening abridging gap , Only to some other countries in some order conditions under different states , Even seeing the catastrophe even devil joined his hands and prayed , They will be keep making mistakes of the kind , Nothing ever learns is human Sometimes it’s shameful to be one of mankind .
I wore the old cardigan it has started to snow , Now I see the April sun starting to approach , and I see a guest arriving at my door , I saw the black clouds in the sky I saw blaring storm , As a lover of snow , It gives me endless hope , It gives me the moment joy and endless pain , Nothing gives hopes like End March Rain.
It rained , I saw around the lush greenry , It was nothing like snow it it never promised it serenely, It hide the sun before working hours and stole the afterglow , It promised me only of the rainbow , It never promised me smell of snow , It did promised me petrichor , Maybe I will have warm feeling gazing out of the window in my quilt , It says it will bring life to the wilt , As lover of snow , I knew I was running insane , Nothing gives hope like End March Rain.
Untrustworthy , it turned to be behind the thick fog , It was it’s game it was all hoax , It rained but it shredded roots of wilt , As lover of snow I trusted it now I have unforgiven guilt , It brought muddy footsteps on the ground , Closing the window was other way around , Only few lines of thunderlights but it stole the afterglow , It was never weather so it will be sunny tomorrow it was all beautiful Illusion , As lover of snow , It saw me needy it saw me vulnerable , So that’s why I was it was moment of joy and endless pain , Some people are like End March Rain.
In my story love conquers all , It was warm spring it came down to fall , With you in my mind I have crossed the bridges and miles I have traveled , I hung in the air still keep building the castle , I am in hope some other way some other day , You will go and unwilling I have started the countdown , If you visit the lakes visit my papertowns.
There are no hope there are no promises , There is a longing of the play acted is what I am missing , I am in your magical existence you don’t even know it keeps me on the fire , I think it’s not you it’s my fantasty town I desire , It’s not your fault I should pulled the bridge before you crossed , Fool to think flames wouldn’t reach me if I keep the door locked , Now I see it all go down , Now I will see it all burdown , See around I have burned everything to keep alive my papertown.
It’s just cold like you , Wondering what I put myself through ? , Now flowers blossom here , No nightingale sings , There is a particular view from the window that I cling , I cling , The papertown burned in the summer , Could never survive the winter , I hope and hope what spring might bring , Can’t seemed to fly with the paperwings , I can’t let him go he was lead actor in my daydreams , You ryhme in my poetry I get weigh down down , If you ever came to meet me again I will tell you about my papertown.
Papertown is poetry about how hard it is to let go the idea of perfect relationships or perfect one and only that you keep dreaming about. That some people are better off as fantasy.
They call me one that got away Like I was their hero , Like I was first sun ray , Like they did everything in their power to make their hero win , They like allow me to touch like first sun ray deep into under their skin , They call me one that got away , Like they never made me feel like I would be replaced , It is simple I cared more when they did care very less , When they didn't ask me to leave but never asked me to stay , They don't even remember their sins but I was not the first one to betray , They often say to people about my glory , Everyone is hero in their story , If you want to listen mine come this way , A sincere request from one that got away.
I hit the note perfectly , Can’t help myself from falling for something most ardently , I tried hard failed even worst I tried to run from the window down the street , My own forte felt like foreign aesthete , Aside the lake behind all the colourful flowers , I know I know I have wasted days I can not let go at the night hours , You know it’s sad tragedy , I have to let go my muse my reverie.
We had to play the perfect note by one – by – one , I was thinking about my everlasting love , I do have regrets but I am mid of an orchestre , A thought came up almost alluring completely out of this world , I went to the moon using the ladder , Lake was left dry and colourful flowers never grew because unscented flowers invaded , But wrote the verse and I won the charade , I wrote the verse and I won the charade , Slowly I was brought back to reality , It felt in vain it felt forgone , My soul losts it’s music to conductor’s baton , It wasn’t end it was start of all the unending misery , When you let go your muse , Let go the reverie.