When Friends Talk

Day 5

When friends talk

You know it will take a while to stop.

It can go on for hours

When they reminisce the memories of their past.

When friends talk

The many emotions on their faces

Look like a movie.

Excitedly with light in their eyes

They open up and share their lives.

When friends talk

They disagree, get angry and fight.

But when they come back and smile

You can’t help but hug them tight.

Friends make life easier

They comfort and assure you

When they put their arm around you.

You know they will always be around you.

Feeling Low

Day 4

Everyday is a new story

A different mood latching onto you.

Today is one of those miserable days

Where you don’t feel good about anything.

You just want to break down

and weep out loud.

Look up at the walls

and hold back those tears from falling down.

Guess it’s okay to feel sad and weak

Now and then

It is just a boo day,

Tomorrow I will be better again.

Drifting Off

Day 3

I’ve had a long weary day,

Let me sleep.

I’ve completed dreary chores,

Being half asleep.

I’ve dragged myself home

In hopes of magical dreams.

Don’t hold me back now

Give me no more tasks now

The couch is waiting for me

and I need to sleep.

Kneeding the Dough

Day 2

I feel the soft white powder

I dig my fingers deep inside

Your softness has begun to turn coarse

You are falling apart,

I say hold on

I’m putting you back together

Slowly and gently moulding you

Kneeding you over and over

Slowly you start turning soft again

Pretty flour you’ve matured

And my you’re now a handsome dough.

You are a human,
Not a paper on which I can write my emotions.
I do not know how you will perceive what I feel.
You might get me wrong.
And things might get messier.
So I remain silent or show you what’s on my mind?

Listless

Worthless, seeking happiness in others.

An emptiness, so shallow.

With no interest absolutely in doing anything meaningful.

All I do is watch the world outside,

the cloudy skies,

an eagle flying high,

people walking by.

Questions of existence and the point of life.

With no distinguishable role to play.

 

Artistry of others inspires me.

A blanket of darkness clouds my mind.

Thoughts of happier people living their lives.

These moods of mine take control of my mind

They consume my better side,

I walk around wearing a mask of anger and whine.

Spreading negativity.

A wave of throbbing pain in my brain.

I breathe deep and try to understand what is it that I want..

An ear to listen, someone to appreciate and care

Understand the person I am

And who am I?

Just an ordinary girl

Swamped in emotions in need of love.

A night in my Bed

Lying wide awake under my sheets

I recall who I used to be

I look at myself now and wonder

What has led me into this mansion of hunger

I dream of being better than who I used to be

I push aside any miseries

I work through my day in honesty and discipline.

I follow the rules, a routine keeps me going.

I spend hours of my day playing with my mates

Late hours at home are spent doing something good.

The calmness within is sometimes shattered by a wave of rage

A storm rises like it will never stop.

I see myself falling and worry I can never rise again.

But just a night’s sleep in my bed

Will make everything right once again.

Sound of Rain

The sound of rain through my window pane

So loud on the grayish white frame.

Drops splatter on the muddy plain

Winds howl and embrace the rain.

 

The pitter-pattering drops on lakes and leaves.

Gentle rumble of clouds with a crackling blaze

Thunder, wind and rain play their lightning game.

 

Immersing in its overwhelming power and busy affair

A slight tug on my insides

A temptation, a drawing, a lordly call of the rain.

Here’s comes the season of rain once again.

Try Some Kindness

You walk around like a snob,

What’s that look on your face,

Humble down a bit.

You will need to earn the respect and love.

Curt replies, crass behavior

Towards people below your so called “standards”

Just makes You an extremely unpleasant person.

No you are not special,

You are not a judge of your intelligence

and you certainly are not entitled to belittle others.