The tree bears fruits as well as shed leaves when they are dried down. It's the mythological ethics that after playing a fairytale stars have to hit their final milestone for the dream to come true.we need to departure from ones whom we loved with our whole heart.Every fellow destinies a small worthy part in our life and leaves memories behind.But some plays a role of anchor who saves us from drowning in deep blues! Light us with hope by pricking the real u out.....
My dude intrudes into a girl's regretful land where she pretend to be stiff and grumpy.
She helplessly groaned to herself:
There you are again burning shamelessly,
Nothing will get the fire off;
which is making u insane with each rising flame.
My dude just stayed and played his role.....although her angle was forbbiden of saling across the milestone!!!
VIEW MY BEST:
Look forward think straight,
All you can wonder;
Why I'm behaving so strange?
You act, you shared , you poured your heart out before me.
But I am confused to entwine my feelings,
to endeavor a fairy tale which will hardly sustain!
I still remember the curse which swept shadows from blooming dreams;
Useless brains-bolted head ends,
Scrimping issues were adding more to my loneliness.
My stoned heart, ruthless talks, self centered attitude was all act part!
Grabbing me closer to your chest you first leaned into my mind;
Whole world gave a bitch stag, then what made you feel
Some softness, loath for care -equally dismay is hidden within soul of mine!
You caught the right sight down,
You viewed my best side,
You arose new aspirations,
Which Sailed away the doubts
By pricking the inner me out!
I got stuck in between your destiny like the last person to compensate the tragic hearing,
All commitments got broke.
In a moody way we walked away from these memorial antics ;
Cheesy tips - pranking jokes,
Though dumbness shrugging immense attitude your eyes spared light in me!
You viewed my best side,
You arose new aspirations,
Which Sailed away the doubts
By pricking the inner me out!
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Teens Corner
Poetrywe are teenagers who fight. shit happens we lie;we cheat;we feel the study pressure;we fall in love and end up with a broken heart. we bitch about the bitches-drink till we pass out. Hardships are faced and loneliness hide our silent cry. Still we a...
