If there was something,
That I didnt believe within,
They are dreams,
In your rest, not your ambitions.
The King said he had a dream,
I have one as well,
But this is not the same,
Its the one subconscious.
In it I saw earthquakes, accidents,
Land-slides and, ruined remnants,
I saw pain,gain and efforts in vain,
But it was all a dream-in vain.
When I had my first love,
I couldnt get that dove,
Into accepting my love,
Then was I, in a lonely cove.
It happened, away she flew,
Away from me; my eyes in dew,
Later, I 'refuged' in another,
With experience, I held myself.
Close friends, we are, I thought,
Smiled, bade byes, with the volt,
Of a thousand bulbs abright,
Days passed by, with each night.
But hush! One day, I found negligene,
To me,from this bird; I tripped,
Is this Cupid blind, I question,
Or blame me: its me who wanted.
Those I gifted with lots of love,
Returned miseries too sour,
It pained, already a broken heart,
And I know, I will gain my fruit.
I kept away, all my profits,
Sacrificed them for theirs,
None did those birds see,
Left me like a refugee.
In that run, I did forget,
That, there are lots who let,
Their love and care to flow,
Into me-to make me glow.
I should never let them down,
I got to gift them with crown,
I shant forget to love back,
Those loving me, no lack.
Its all life, its all emotions,
In love, all I had are commotions,
It hurt to see everyone committed,
Still its awesome to be self-submitted.
This single life still lacks adventure,
Sans love, there is no passioned venture,
Then we shall give love ,get loved,
To fall in it is nature's law.
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For the sake of posting tbh. This is one of those mind-blank poems I used to write back then and this particular one has a minor backstory. I penned this in my algebra class and the teacher caught me red handed (she had no right). Not to exaggerate but that's how she behaved, as if it's a grave crime. Anyway, she confiscated this and handed it over to my principal. And he, on the next parents meeting 'gala' , handed it over to my mom and finally they got to know I've been writing. Just saying.
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PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
