Teach me the pain in falling and tripping again.
And I will pour relief into your withered heart.
For every melody, life steals from you in disdain.
I'll drum a beat and turn your symphony into art.
Throw me into the cold, where winter shall bite.
Times you've spent, with lonely arms in the frost.
For every frigid blizzard that has frozen your core.
I'll blow into you warmth and the strength to fight.
Weigh me down, with burden that had you pinned.
That has broken your wings that once took flight.
For every migration towards light, that you missed.
I'll bring you tales and fables, till you heal alright.
Slash at me, the gashes and lashes on your soul.
The slashes and the scars, words with no control.
For every wink and yawn stolen by the nightmares.
I'll build a promising world and wipe all your tears.
About love? I know no white dove or about love.
Is it the fire? That beckons the moth to fly close.
Is it the selfless choices? that we make for those.
It's all these abstracts and abrupt ends I suppose.
Some girl I hardly know tells stories about me.
Seeds of doubt were always there in your head.
The cuts and frost bites you gave me, is it your way?
To avenge the bitter world. Do you feel you're astray?
-Harish Vaid
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PoetryI am a Poet, surfing the rainbows... Squandering the few surviving winks in my dreamy eyes. I, a well accompanied loner, saunter amidst the fireflies. Like a wandering dream, my restless mind meanders, "Will the same butterflies return to the flower...
