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DEAR LIFE (never let yourself go)

The bundled pain might prick you

So very bitter and unhealthy

For your heart or for your body.

They might ache more than

The fresh burns you just had

You might apply a band-aid

But that proper medicine

Is an undiscovered priority.

Your closed bedroom,the locked heart

Is all  rusted with

Heaps of untold secrets…

Even those silent sobs

Your quilt cannot cover

Neither that door.

Afraid that the sound might penetrate

All you are left is with screams,

Screams that are louder than the roars

Visibly audible only to your ears.

Nights growing more cruel than the days

Your mom may bid you goodnight

But your sleep have boarded  the flight

Leaving you with an inevitable depression

A nocturnal animal you have become.

So no one except your dog can understand .

Handcuffed by these inescapable pains

Even your skin have grown pale and purple

Because they have stayed stagnant

Like erupted drops of blood , freshly clotted

Why don’t you let them flow?

Deep within they remain forever cloistered.

Why don’t you let them go?

When it has become that pernicious parasite,

Burning and eating you alive.

Do you simply want to turn into ashes?

like that piece of paper (I see there is something written on it);

or that wood (it provided shelter to many);

or that ragged cloth? that warmed those bare skin.

You might feel like

Befriending that rope

And welcome the untimely death.

But simply perishing away

With a marble tomb behind,

Is not an option to embrace.

Better  embark on this mysterious journey

With the seed of purpose that is yet to blossom.

Why be that treacherous villain? a murderer of thy self?

For whom every punishment is worthless.

Look back in time

See how much you have earned. I mean not money

But the glorious wealth-friends,families.

So ending this sweet-salty life is that option

Not even an abandoned on the streets would dare take.

Life is so very valuable

Not even that famous Kohinoor can buy
So better dance your pain out

singing  and accepting the rhythm of moments.

Remember? how we all have danced

To that childhood rhyme:

“Ring A Ring O’Roses

A Pocket Full of Posies

A-Tishoo! A-Tishoo!

We All fall down”

But we all have stood up,

Forgetting the falling pains

See the best ailment is to laugh.

So my dear friend

Never fall prey to suicide

Better unstich the patterned pains

That so long have bruised

Your submerged universe.

Unlocking that rusted chambers

Be like that swift  river always flowing,

Undisturbed from the mountains ,hills

Valleys , deserts and plains

Sometimes meandering

Until they become ocean silent…

Life offers us with million colours of pleasures and pain

And in its varied flavours ,

We  have so much to gain.

-P.R.

Continue reading DEAR LIFE (never let yourself go)

101 dear poems

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Once in week she would visit him. For a while her lonliness would fade in the air like the cold thin mist. She would sit beside him like a lost miserable soul. She felt that the gift of life had turned out to be a neverending punishment for her. But when she sat beside him she felt some kind of relief that she knew was brief and momentary. Now as she sat beside him,his presence was very different, she did not feel his warmth anymore. Still she would spend an hour or two,reminiscing about the golden past they had spent together. This definitely brought a smile to her face deepening her few fine wrinkles in the edge of her eyes and lips,slowly wetting her natural cameras that had dearly captured her best moments and now she was staring the tomb underneath it, the soil had already consumed his flesh and what remained was his bones.  In the process of consuming thousand corpses year after year , the soil had lost all its teeth thus unable to chew the hard bones;dry,dirty and hollow ,they remained forever scattered.With a heavy heart she would trim the bunch of Roses and hibiscus,his favourites which she had planted beside him as his eternal friends. And when they blossomed she felt as if he was born again to be with her and she would return home with few sticks and kept them in a glass vass beside her bed until they withered and she would run for him again…..

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