Making Me Small

Wondering down the memory lane,

With my both eyes blinking in awe,

I send some sharp sickles to the past,

Trying to look after the young age, of course.

 

It’s evening it seems like looking out of the window,

When will my heart open to know what there is outside?

And if I know better than what I know now,

Will it ever seem to make a difference?

 

Hitting the road hard with constant thump of foot,

I recall myself making my weight large.

While I sneak as soft as I could in those eyes,

Those small shades of truth make me feel hollow.

And then I take alarm of a chance,

That once taken will never be repeated,

But then of course, lies and deceit is all that I do,

And make sure it doesn’t make sense at all!

 

I appear in the light of today,

Glistening by the charm of my words,

I bend before my virtue as I do,

Not make a chaos towards a different truth.

 

With little mind of mine wailing to see a tomorrow,

Calling it a day where future is foreseen,

Thanks if I don’t pay attention,

To the offer of the world of making me small.

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Together

Taking a nap I’ll move,

If I’m little more inspired to.

Wincing on the words I prayed with,

I’ll pull my sleeve and bear the cage!

 

 

Strutting down the winter woods,

With friends and foes chattering together,

I’ll lead with colour white on my face,

And let them paint me with their words I say!

 

 

Below the grass I’ll lie,

And ask why I be the light in this darkest time?

Then meddle with the purest of the past,

And weave the cool calmness of today as the untruth!

 

 

I’ll not laugh it’s easy enough,

And put the words in other’s mouth.

I’ll end these worthless words in this way,

Within this little bower of today’s togetherness!

Still Sleeping

Where is the air to rest our nose on,

Is it there where I’ll go easy on the dink of life?

 

An internal look is essential to fill this blank paper,

Or else with these breaths I’ve, I’ll be nothing.

To sleep would a mistake less acceptable,

More will be abiding by the hidden rules of the world.

 

There I’ll walk and stop at the top,

And will see a time going by my side.

Pleasure if I’ll be mine and I write what I want,

To fill this idea of break free, let it not!

Of chances will never come again to smile,

And get smile for your great work done again!

 

Beginning from if I go, somewhere I please,

And keep on going and creating distance,

Till I won’t know what will be therein to happen,

Till I lose a heart so weak of mine,

A time rotten with ample of shine,

A little step ahead to where I’ll end,

Or a buffer pushing to look for more,

I’ll not know what will happen.

And that will be the beauty of it.

 

But what to know and what to hear,

You don’t but I see,

I’m still sleeping.