Why does this happen?
The constant thrusting of games
in the world of innocence and purity.
Why does he do that?
The recurring breaking and shattering
Of dreams yet to be lived.
How can this be so satisfying?
Of torturing someone who
doesn't even know how to hurt a fly.
Why do we have to go through this?
The regular fear of going back
to the unknown.
Why doesn't this loop end?
Starting from blackmails,
Forces ended in tied hands.
What does he get in return?
The persistent manipulation,
Diplomatic translations and
Sweet annotations.
It's hard to believe, hard to trust,
And even more so to love
The person who you are
supposed to mean the world.
Do we mean anything at all?
Destroyed dreams of touching skies,
rainbow highs and sweet divine.
Or are we the used tissue papers
thrown in the wastebasket?
Constant fights for survival,
damaged souls & forgotten identities.
Does he even understand
what am I going through?
Echoing sounds, blurring images,
and seeping wounds.
Am I just a hurdle yet to be unraveled?
Breaking glass, broken dreams
and shattered heart.
Do you get what I am going through?
I am a vast drought yearning for ease.
These words are my temporary escape,
yet my only identity is ceased.
It's hard to believe, hard to trust,
And even more so to love
The person who you are supposed
to mean the world.
Will life will ever be the same again?
I have come to accept,
or rather have I ignored.
Faith is hard to earn
harder to receive.
Should I have to accept my defeat?
No, I shall have my triumph,
by helping others
I shall seek peace I craved
long since it had all begun.
The questions within me
still remains tethered
without a drop of answers.
After all these years,
I still yearn to quench
my endless drought.
Why?
But why?
A/N: How is this? This poem is something I wrote because of some issues I have.
It's really close to my heart, it's not a perfect poem but neither life is, nor anyone.
I really really love you guys. It makes my day to see people reading my poems...a part of me that no one outside this platform really knows about and it's in a way kind of unnerving.
anyway, enough of my sappiness and mood swings. Please do vote and comment!!!
Love,
Bipasha :)
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Poetry― [poetry] ― ❝Raindrops on the pain; my pain yet don't wash them away from my skin, can erase only the salty tears streaming down my face, and all of my fears remain on the surface, raindrops on the pain; my pain leave all the memories as a stain...
