I think it’s a fair tale to tell
There was a well,
Not too well.
What was in it was,
A hard thing to tell.
It shouted back,
If anyone would yell.
At this well
Bid me farewell.
With that pride of his
Up to the swell.
It was a cold winter night
So my tears turned to gel
So still no one could tell
What was in that well.
I am stranded between the two worlds.
by the thread tugging hard at one and,
pushing me to another.
The shift between isn’t easy.
For wandering in too long in either,
will make one lost.
The strife in this real one,
Is too hard to bear.
So I rush with all my power,
to strive for the other.
Which comes as a children’s dream.
And I fall in the deep slumber,
on a lullabies tune.
My dreams are alive in this one
for I dream in another.
As who knows mine also,
would have been smothered like the others.
Something I wrote when I had recently studied about Goodman’s grue.
The girl with blue hair,
And quite a lovely stare.
Makes me wonder,
If she’s true?
Or some philosophy like Goodman’s grue.
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I wrote this piece while I was watching ‘The Walking Dead”, It made me wonder whether the humanity, emotions and other abstract things in us remain or not, after we pass over to the other side. Do we still remain attached or we wander off to an unknown land.
In the valley of death, we walk alone,
there is no known or no unknown.
I wonder if we feel what we were,
Or we are just some new being.
What’s out there is completely unseen.
We are happy or sad,
or a creature full of hungry angst.
Do colors remain?
Red, blue , green,
what if it’s a vacuum?
With no sound and nothing to be seen.
Do we remember our beloved?
or the one with whom we used to play in mud.
Those childish feuds,
those adult abuse,
Do we leave it all behind?
What happens to us is still a mystery
No trace of it could be found even in our history?
And still we wait on the threshold,
To hug the unknown devil;
with comprised unknown perils.
So many faces behind those tunes.
I don’t know which one to choose.
One is happy, one quiet and one is lost in his own demise.
They are all different yet so same
I wouldn’t dare to trade one in another’s name.
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There’s a guy in my Lit. class,
Who laughs like quite a wild lad,
his preferences are sometimes like a lass.
But there’s no one to his match.
I must say he’s quite a catch
with that smile of his
which can turn you into ash.
Now I let you in on a sacred secret of ours,
this lad likes a lot of hot lads.
Some of them have supernatural powers,
They can make your mind go really bizarre.
And the whole day we see so many awesome guys.
Still, we can’t find that love of our choice.
Alas! in the end, we go home.
With this despair in our hearts,
To find solace in each other’s words.
Every corner of my mind is black.
It’s covered with the cobwebs of past,
Pushing and pulling me with haste.
Light is an incomprehensible concept here,
To leave this darkness; my mind cannot dare.
This black night seems too long,
The morning is not ready to come along.
These dingy memories are tugging at my future,
Holding me back, to relish on simple pleasures.
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