I read a poem by Lang Leav-

I read a poem by Lang Leav-

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I read a poem by Lang Leav,
It’s titled change of heart;
And someday when we’ll meet again,
I’ll read it to you out loud;
And profess all the words I knew,
But couldn’t bring my tongue-
To echo the feelings of my heart,
While you left; I put them in words.

I’ll read the poem in rhyming tones,
And hope and wish and pray-
That you’d realise I loved you too,
Even more with each passing day;
And hope that it’s not too late,
For you to love me back-
With a ring upon my finger,
And the promise of a Lifetime.

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Dreams and Maybes’…

Dreams and Maybes’…

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You are the best thing that ‘s ever been mine

Maybe someday I’ll get to send this to someone and mean every word of it. Someone who’ll appreciate and reciprocate a similar feeling. But if it doesn’t happen, then that’s okay. Life wasn’t meant to be a fairy tale in the first place. We gain some, we lose some. Sometimes, dreams do become a reality, other times, they remain what they are- an illusion, fantasy.

Maybe someday, he’ll come, sweep me off my feet, maybe he won’t. Maybe he’ll be everything I have ever dreamt of, maybe he won’t be. And maybe, just maybe, there wouldn’t be a he. Maybe it’s just going to be me. Living and thriving on my own, dusting my cold cellars and being my Prince Charming, at the same time, my Cinderella. And at the bottom of it, maybe there won’t even be a me anymore- that’s also a possibility.

In any case, I aim to spend the rest of this unknown possibility being the best version of me, dreaming my dreams and hoping for victory because in the end, a life well lived is equivalent to all the dreams achieved and to those dreams that lay beyond in the oblivion, like, having a Prince Charming, having the best thing that’s ever been mine, to them I say-

I’m glad I lived a life positive enough to have such dreams and if someday, the sun rises and there isn’t a “me”, I hope that someone, somewhere will read these words and go- “darn, she lived the best of her life” and if not, then I can dream that too. That’s the best thing about dreams, anything is a possibility in that realm.

This is me saying, go on dreaming, go on living and know that you are perfect enough to handle being both your Prince Charming and your Cinderella. It is an amazing feeling to say to someone “you are the best thing that’s ever been mine” but what’s more amazing if being able to say it with conviction to the person we see when we look in the mirror.

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When the world sleeps-

When the world sleeps-

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I sit alone,
While the rest of the world sleeps;
Blanketed,
by my thoughts and memories ;
Resurfacing,
With dusk and the star beams;
A turbulence,
In my world-I’m befriending;
At night,
The voices in my head speak.

I sit alone,
Envisioning galaxies;
Distracting-
My mind from its turbulence;
While the sight,
Of the starlight twinkling;
Gives me hope-
maybe someday I’ll be free;
And explode-
Like meteorites in galaxies
Giving birth-
To the planets, a new me;
Thus I think-
At night, when the world sleeps.

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S- Someday,

S- Someday,

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Someday, she knows-
She’d wake up at dawn;
Shrug her shoulders,
And find the smile
That’s been hiding.
And someday she knows,
Undoubtedly-
The sun will shine
And she’ll feel pretty good;
And someday she knows,
She feels it in her bones-
She’d stare at the mirror,
Proclaiming- so long old soul.
And run her fingers,
Through the depth of the sea;
And race through the mountains,
Forgetting every single thing.

That day is not today,
She also knows undoubtedly;
But someday maybe tomorrow
And that’s all she needs.
One more day of hope she whispers-
Laying to sleep.