You
can sit and stare at a hundred stars
For a
hundred nights in a row
You
can stare at the dark, you can stare at the park
And
at things you care of no more.
You
can stare at trees and dried up leaves
And
clouds that make noises from afar
At
broken bottles, and inkless pens
And the
familiar fresh pain of a very old scar.
You
can sit by men and talk to them
And
laugh till your eyes have tears
But
you musn’t ever really cry with them
Or
let them know your fears.
You
can sit by a friend, talk from start to end
About
stories from too long ago
But
when she asks why you wear masks
Your
answer must be ‘no’.
So
sit and stare for all I care
At
nights that come by so slow but go too fast
But
no trees or dried up leaves
Can
help you make peace that’ll last.
And
talk all you want, as much as you want
But
you must always know
That
no men or random friend
Can
ever understand your mixed up soul.
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteI really think we are twin souls, re-united. I usually don't comment on this much on ANYONE'S blog but, when I read your poems, I feel like, If I had proper words, I would write this exact same thing.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot, Dhara! I am so glad that you can relate well with my poems and me :)
DeleteYour comment has made me more curious about the stuff you write and I swear I'm gonna read your entire blog as soon as my exams get over!
Thank you so much for the encouragement!
Keep smiling :)