Faults-

Faults-

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I chase the things,
I cannot have,
I want the things,
Out of my grasp….
For all my life, i’ve been this way.

I hide my truth,
Behind a smile,
I write to live,
Bleeding inside,
For all my life, i’ve been this way.

I love- beyond,
Limits and bounds,
I give my all,
Emptying out,
For all my life, i’ve been this way.

For all my life,
I’ve lived not thrived,
Watered my loves,
And wilted out,
I was this way, for all my life
It’s time to change, for the life I can have…

The above image is courtesy of Abbide.com

It’s been a while-

It’s been a while-

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It’s been a while,
I wrote about you,
Not for lack of-
Inspiration,
Right wordings,
Or motivation.

It’s been a while,
I dreamt about you,
Nights are long
And calm and peaceful,
Things i’ve missed, haunted-
By your dreams.

It’s been a while
I thought about you,
Time, they say
Heal wounds and memories
Fade away,
Though it’s been a struggle.

It’s been a while,
This much I can tell you,
The cuts you made
Are merely scars now,
And I wear them- around me
Like an armour.

It’s been only a while…
But I’m making it through.

P.S this is not a love/ breakup poem. Go figure 😉😉

the above image is courtesy of Clippings.me

A time will come-

A time will come-


A time will come
When this feeling will pass.
Dawn will give way to day,
And the thought won’t cross your mind 
It’s an inevitability,
That ship will sail eventually
Leaving no trail behind,
And you’d wonder,
When your head grazes with the pillow at night,
What was I thinking?

A time will come-
But I’m afraid,
It may not be today, or tomorrow
Or even the day after. 
So for now,
All you’ve got to do is-
Breathe, live (even when you don’t feel like it).
Grieve in your own way
For no matter how long the night is
Dawn always gives way to day…

The above image is courtesy of Pixabay.com

Black History-

Black History-

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The minute she opened
her mouth, He was gone;
He was a criminal,
In the eyes of the world;
A man born from black race,
Against a white skin;
No court of man would,
acquit and free him.
The case was a plain one-
“Her words against his”,
With damning evidence,
Betraying what she speaks,
But the world then was ruled
by prejudiced men,
Who place white color,
Above all else.

But that happened decades
Ago- it’s history,
Depicting the struggles,
Of our fathers to be free.
So when you look down,
On the black of your skin,
Be nothing but proud girl,
You have every right to be.
Black, white are naught but
Colors of the skin,
For, we have the same red
Blood coursing our veins.

The beautiful art above is by Anya Brewley S 

If you dare-

If you dare-

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You can start this very moment,
To make this life your own,
Erase the dusted part of you,
So you can create your home
There’d be cobwebs,
There’d be to roaches,
There’d be traps to hold you back,
In the form of,
Hurtful memories,
Screaming- this, here, is your life.

But honey,
This can’t be your life,
A life that’s riddled in despair,
Where sadness has no comfort,
And love has turned wingless,
So sweep off all those places,
Where the past keeps hiding in,
Then use those wings,
You know you have,
And soar out and be free.

For there’s more to life,
You will find-
Once you dare to take the risk.

The above image is courtesy of Pinterest/Hexdragon.com

Circle of deeds-

Circle of deeds-

 

 

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I don’t know you, he said
But I know you, she smiled
And he remembered her face,
From a chemistry class;
Where they’d tricked the new girl,
Into falling for a plan,
And appearing their fool,
For the pleasure of a while.
His faced turned deep red,
As the new girl spoke on,
Her name was Ariana,
One, he never got to ask.
For the new girl departed,
From the school after that;
And they dumped her memory
At the back of their minds.

But the deeds that you do,
Circle right back to you;
For the universe revolves,
With our sins and our goods;
It takes 365 days,
For a revolution to occur,
It might take longer moments
But our deeds get back at us.

Deadweight-

Deadweight-

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Let’s pick up the pen,
And write down our worries;
Our deepest fears,
The past we keep buried;
Words left unsaid,
And hearts we have broken;
words said- regretted,
chances Untaken.

Pick up that pen,
And bleed out emotions;
In Black and red,
Relief all your burdens;
bold out the ones-
That sticks pins far deeper;
italic the hurt-
Imprinted on others.

Now pick up the pen,
And notice the inkwell-
dried out, like the past,
Can’t be resurrected.
It’s a deadweight, a tool
With no use in presence.
Drop off the pen,
In it’s right place- history.

Image credit: Yolinemd.com
P.S don’t forget, If you’ve a got a story needing to be told, I would love to hear it. Let’s join hands to talk about Mental illness and blur out the stigma associated with it. You can send me your Stories at my email: mykahani@yahoo.com For more information, visit this post. Looking forward to hearing from you.

Some Nights…

Some Nights…

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Some nights,
It all comes crashing;
The memories,
Like a wild fire,
Blowing on a cold windy night-
Sudden, lasting;
Moving in a storm like fashion-
Roaring, Unceasingly
And that,
Is the way it is-
Some nights.

And some nights-
The stars form gems in the sky,
And inside,
I swell;
A feeling-
Of Joy, words can’t describe
The effect, the memories-
Like a glowing candle
in a blackout-
Filling the crevices;
A gratitude, evolving
For the infinity
I got to know you;
And that,
Is the way it is without you-
Some nights.

And some nights,
Fire and rain collide;
Water glistening,
Under the dim light;
A fire, erupting-
On the inside,
The memories-
A battle,
Reminiscing the old times;
But the water,
Finds a way
Of dousing the flames;
In the end,
The storm’s gone-
Only calming memories,
Leading me on-
To a land of dreams.
And that-
Is really how it is,
Some nights.

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You, I

You, I

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I loved, you lied;
I fell, sunk deep;
You watched, wide eyed-
And bare-ly blinked;
I swam, somehow-
From the shallow brinks;
I almost drowned,
And you, seemed pleased.

But that’s okay,
I fought somehow;
The shore, welcomed-
my arrival;
I almost drowned,
You bare-ly blinked;
I’ve found my ground,
You don’t seem pleased;
Well now to me-
You’re history.