I can say that I live today
Hope for tomorrow
Smiled in the past
Dealt with every laughter and sorrow…

I am left with….
New beginnings
A fair chance
Some pleasant endings
A belief, for life to enhance….

I am left with…
Truth in a transparent heart
Confidence that shall never part
Conviction to cross the seas
And love, ocean like deep….

I am left with….
So much in life
That hoping for good
Seems to be fine!!!

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Some paths unknown
Some lead to one’s home
Some dried and shaky
With leaves tattered and torn

In the forest
Lie hidden secrets
Some buried
Some waiting to be heeded

Afar some waterfall hails
Sound so crisp
Making the air sail
Soaking it in watery trails…..

There sings a bird so sweet
Making the forest a perfect retreat,
Dancing in the rain
Somewhere a peacock flourishes again
In its entire glory and might
Arraying an enchanting sight…..

My mind is the forest
Singing and dancing,
Hiding and heeding
With lost walls still painting
With tattered thoughts still writing
Swaying along the stream
Manifesting to touch my dream.

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Falling apart in the labyrinth of my own thoughts
Gazing at the sky with stars distraught
Through the moonlight hurls a stark shadow
Standing tall with all its might.

Perplexed with its surroundings
It swallows the ghastly night
Still standing, growing deep
With every hour it goes quiet….

Far it stands
For its silhouette defines it
Something unknown beckons me
Dragging me out of that burning cold meadow
Twirling my thoughts fixing my gaze
And the shadow turned towards me,
Pierced my heart because it had my face.

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Thinking where to start from,
thoughtless thoughts swaying thereby
carelessly thoughtful trying to be
attempting to gather, still running awhile.

Time is fleeing i feel
keeping me still like the sand
trying to match it catching my breath,
still standing there posing the same stance.

To catch something new
i am missing a few
to stand still
i am losing the balance
is the pace of time too fast for me to clamp
or am i circumventing my own stamp…..

Arduously gathering the cluster from my thoughts
making way for the sun to shine
there are days dull and gloomy
waiting again for that giggle nice and bright….

Feeling the urge,
still hopelessly failing
finding faults
yet aimlessly aiming
giving time for the sand to settle
taking a deep breath for my feelings to meddle
although silently travelling across
still smiling are my Speaking Thoughts.

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The bond we shared was rare, I swear,

Oh dear, It did pierce my heart when you drifted apart.

How strange it is that once we were soulmates and had turned as outsiders now.

Those colorful moments of understanding, laughter’s and shared secrets had faded today.

It’s true that when our friendship ended, it did beget heartache.

I wonder, if this happened because all your needs had been fulfilled?

Or, is that you have outgrown yourself from our comradeship.

Oh dear, It did pierce my heart when you drifted apart.

You steal glances now, if we met by a twist of fate,

Eerie silence and hostile demeanors escorts by itself.

It’s true that when our friendship ended, it did beget heartache

I discern, this phase is a part of life and growing up,

It’s natural that people change and evolve and I am bound to move on.

Oh dear, It did pierce my heart when you drifted apart.

I release you from my own shackles of grudges,

May you realize one day, how you are still missed and cared.

It’s true that when our friendship ended, it did beget heartache.

Oh dear, It did pierce my heart when you drifted apart.

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The laughter and joy, now replaced with tears
A heart that’s broken, with doubts and fears
Once it was fire, now just ashes remain
The love that was real, now just a refrain

Yet still I hold on, to the moments we shared
The memories of us, I keep well ensconced there
For though you are gone, your love still lives on
In the depths of my heart, it shines like a dawn

And though I must move, to a future untold
The love that we had, will always be bold
For it will endure, through the ages to come
A love that was real, forever our own.

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Night and i share the light in the darkness
From far so dark
But clear as they come near….
Betwixt the grey walls
Lies the light
Enclosed in the brimming clouds
Endures the awakening….

Night ends and the day shines
Making all gleaming and glistening
Buds blooming
Roads running
But now i await the night
From my heart deep within
It showed me the real bright.

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And i know you wish you weren’t awkward,
That sweet words could roll right off your tongue,
But time is just too less to worry,
How each single sentence is strung..

It’s okay to be rough around the edges,
To be bruised up and broken and scarred
But it’s not okay for people to tell you;
To change because of who you are.
Your hair doesn’t always sit neatly,
The way a poem does in lines,
And sometimes you feel like a word
That nobody has ever learnt to define…

You might not be a star that lights darkness
Or a bird that can teach us to soar,
But it’s okay, because you’re far too complex,
To be crammed into a metaphor..
It’s okay to not know what you’re doing,
Since your feelings don’t all have to rhyme,
Though a poem once complete is eternal
You have the freedom, to change over time.
You’re much more than can ever be written,
There’s not title to say, “This Is Me”
You can’t be trapped in the lines of a notebook,
Because, people are not poetry…..

*~Mehar Kapoor*

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