I now ask
Was my sin so sinful?
Was I that ungrateful?
I guess never will I ever get the answers.
Where,
people think the destiny
is to rest into the soul of someone
who takes your fire as flowerWell here's the comedy of errors
of shreds
of glasses,
Of how life never reacts
yet how beautifully it gifts us pain
The beautiful pain again.
Yet,
The fog
on the windows of winters
takes me back into the search
I took once
I realise that destiny
is the journey
I left behind
When the day and night
collide with the alarming warmness
of our togetherness.
Which ensure a madness
that transcends
a dimensional drift.
Tell me boy!
Can you sleep with so much mayhem?
Drumming and syncing with the need arising?
That sweet fire
of desire that signal my soul
will not fall silent
till you make me whole
Because I am compelled to write
That one true sentence
Which you can dwell into
Where I can watch
You
Into the pauses.
Until then I can never rest.
-Stutee
A/N
HelloO people!
So, this is the last poem of my first ever poetry collection book.
I hope you liked reading at least most of my poems.
As you reach the end, I hope you were able to picturised the whole story as it played from the first poem to this last one.
If you didn't, then no worries. It's not that curial to understand the poem. I'm pretty sure you have understood and related to the poems individually as well.
Thank you so much for reading my poems.
-Stutee
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Wishing Upon A Star!
PoesíaWishing Upon a star is a collection of poems. Each of which tells a story. They may or may not be interrelated.The story that ends in the first poem may or may not continue in the second. All the lines make their way from an ordinary and common tee...
