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The End | English Poetry
The End | English Poetry
You never know who, what and when something happens to you and when it ends. All the smiles and laughter makes you feel that the world is yours but sometimes it is the abruptness that leads it to nowhere.
The Sun shown,
The wind blew,
I opened my eyes,
The thoughts flew.
I gathered them but they were few,
They began with you and ended with you.
Because it’s just you,who used to be my thoughts,
And it’s still you.
The past haunted me with the view,
The view which had only you.
The way you smiled, the way day began
The way you laughed , the way day ran.
The way we walked ,
The way time stopped
The way you wished,
The way I dream
The way you were sad, the way I felt bad,
The way I proposed ,
The way you respond
The way I pleaded,
The way you convinced
The way you cared;
The way I felt.
Finally ,
The day I cried,
The day you left
And,
The day you left ,
Was the day all ended.
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Regret |Poetry
Regret | Poetry
A Life Bounded With Regret,
Each Regret Always a Secret,
The Regrets neither knew nor described,
It was Only Later that they are realized
Regrets always hard to refrain,
Difficult to sustain
Still remains its effect
In the small looking heart
The regrets of life,
We desired to live.
Regrets of the dream,
We dream to achieve.
The regret of the idea,
We thought to pursue.
Regrets of the pain,
We wanted to rescue.
Regrets Of the laugh,
Which did last for a short while,
Regrets of pleasures,
Which ended in no time.
The regrets of loss,
The loss of love,
The feel to love,
The feel to be loved.
Regrets of the efforts,
Which could have been more,
Regrets of the problems,
Which could have been solved.
Regrets of the feel,
Which could have been felt
And Lastly
Regrets of the End,
Which could have been changed.
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The Chaotic Mind | Poetry
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In the land of emotions,
Words cry
The pen Lies
The face speaks the vivid truth,
For every word spoken, the soul dies.
Who am I?
It is the society that takes a call,
Else, for me, it becomes difficult to survive.
The mind thinks what the eyes perceive,
Right or wrong are just let by…..
Nakedness is no more naked,
An abstract layer covers it thereby.
Each thought is justified by an ideology,
No ideology comes with a reason behind,
Blind with the eyes open, the human moved,
Who is following whom, no one asked, no one cared
Fear of diversion caged them in themselves,
Everyone knew, hence no one dared.
The “feel” in love is just shallow and hollow
Commitment now has various stages to follow.
“Cleavage” became a topic of debate
Making the soul of a Rape victim’s mother bate.
Tolerance became a point to prove,
Intolerant ways for that were approved.
Living a lifeless life, we survive
Doing things our soul doesn’t approve, we thrive
Mind, not heart, makes the eyes moist
To burst out loud and fall apart is the need.
In all this cacophony of the crowd, innocence is denied,
Unable to survive, it eventually died.
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