#review #pj #poetry
There was a vendor selling beautiful balloons,
My heart stopped there at the red ones,
Which were shining beautiful at noon.
I bought seven of them,
Holding the smooth thread hem,
I let it fly high in the sky.
Now not my heart but was my mind,
that stopped on an old haunting memory,
Where my beautiful pleated skirt was stained red,
Boys in reaction were teasing coming ahead.
To an escape to this memory,
I popped a balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Then and there my eyes caught a sight,
The guy and the girl so engrossed in their love, in light,
It made me remember the day,
He gave me red rose,
My smile was genuine,
and not fake, for I forgot to pose.
Sweet it was, but again to an escape
Again, for the second time,
I popped a balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Two souls together that denoted love,
could no longer wait to meet,
so eager and lost in each other,
so desperate to touch each other,
He was running towards me,
My eyes couldn't deny the sight to see,
And he was just there,
but met a car before me and see,
Now he is nowhere.
I couldn't touch him,
But his red blood made it's way to my white laced dress,
I couldn't get anything, everything including my heart was a mess.
And...
I popped the third balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Down the memory lane,
Came another red day,
All over, red flowers were festooned,
matching with the bride's gown.
I was 21 and forced to marry,
whole life, against my will,
I had a relationship to carry.
It was fun popping the fourth balloon,
I wish I don't get to see that face again in my dream soon,
B'cuz this was not the end.
After the marriage day, there came the wedding night,
and he forcefully imposed his manliness in dim light.
Not once, not twice, not thrice,
but it became something that happened his moodwise.
I can't continue thinking about the red marks on my body,
So, I pop the fifth balloon,
and keep waking.
And there finally came a day,
wherein again the red colour was spilled all over,
my wrist had a cut, that i was tryna cover,
Don't know when, I lost all my senses,
whatever happened next, I can't remember the Instances.
Dreadful it was, but I am alive,
Coz God loved me upto gallons.
I popped one of the last balloons,
and kept walking under the left one.
My heart was collapsing,
I wanted to die,
Since, there was nowhere my freedom to buy ,
I was walking and am walking,
and have crossed miles from that cage,
Red I fear : gone are the days.
Red I love are the days,
Self love, it is.
It's dark now, I can see the moon,
but this time, I know I'll see the light soon.
So, the last balloon,
No I didn't pop this time,
I let it free,
It fly so high,
That no longer I can see.
There was a vendor selling beautiful balloons,
My heart stopped there at the red ones,
Which were shining beautiful at noon.
I bought seven of them,
Holding the smooth thread hem,
I let it fly high in the sky.
Now not my heart but was my mind,
that stopped on an old haunting memory,
Where my beautiful pleated skirt was stained red,
Boys in reaction were teasing coming ahead.
To an escape to this memory,
I popped a balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Then and there my eyes caught a sight,
The guy and the girl so engrossed in their love, in light,
It made me remember the day,
He gave me red rose,
My smile was genuine,
and not fake, for I forgot to pose.
Sweet it was, but again to an escape
Again, for the second time,
I popped a balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Two souls together that denoted love,
could no longer wait to meet,
so eager and lost in each other,
so desperate to touch each other,
He was running towards me,
My eyes couldn't deny the sight to see,
And he was just there,
but met a car before me and see,
Now he is nowhere.
I couldn't touch him,
But his red blood made it's way to my white laced dress,
I couldn't get anything, everything including my heart was a mess.
And...
I popped the third balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Down the memory lane,
Came another red day,
All over, red flowers were festooned,
matching with the bride's gown.
I was 21 and forced to marry,
whole life, against my will,
I had a relationship to carry.
It was fun popping the fourth balloon,
I wish I don't get to see that face again in my dream soon,
B'cuz this was not the end.
After the marriage day, there came the wedding night,
and he forcefully imposed his manliness in dim light.
Not once, not twice, not thrice,
but it became something that happened his moodwise.
I can't continue thinking about the red marks on my body,
So, I pop the fifth balloon,
and keep waking.
And there finally came a day,
wherein again the red colour was spilled all over,
my wrist had a cut, that i was tryna cover,
Don't know when, I lost all my senses,
whatever happened next, I can't remember the Instances.
Dreadful it was, but I am alive,
Coz God loved me upto gallons.
I popped one of the last balloons,
and kept walking under the left one.
My heart was collapsing,
I wanted to die,
Since, there was nowhere my freedom to buy ,
I was walking and am walking,
and have crossed miles from that cage,
Red I fear : gone are the days.
Red I love are the days,
Self love, it is.
It's dark now, I can see the moon,
but this time, I know I'll see the light soon.
So, the last balloon,
No I didn't pop this time,
I let it free,
It fly so high,
That no longer I can see.
#review #pj #poet_anyhow
Imagine,
Just imagine wings with no bird to fly,
Imagine pain, but no tears to cry.
Imagine thorns, but no roses to look divine,
Imagine sky with no stars to shine.
Imagine river with no water to flow,
Imagine night with no firefly to glow.
Imagine beauty, but no moon,
Imagine bane, but no boon.
That is how you can imagine,
Me without dreams,
All you can hear is about my parted dreams, and my screams.
The dreams that turned into ruins,
Are forgotten like all the sins.
I believe those dreams were not the ones to begin with,
Though I tried to fulfill it bit by bit,
I believe I was lost in bitter sleep,
I believe the one I've lost,
Was defeat in the form of victory.
I believe I will dream again,
And this time, I won't let it go,
without creating a history!
Imagine,
Just imagine wings with no bird to fly,
Imagine pain, but no tears to cry.
Imagine thorns, but no roses to look divine,
Imagine sky with no stars to shine.
Imagine river with no water to flow,
Imagine night with no firefly to glow.
Imagine beauty, but no moon,
Imagine bane, but no boon.
That is how you can imagine,
Me without dreams,
All you can hear is about my parted dreams, and my screams.
The dreams that turned into ruins,
Are forgotten like all the sins.
I believe those dreams were not the ones to begin with,
Though I tried to fulfill it bit by bit,
I believe I was lost in bitter sleep,
I believe the one I've lost,
Was defeat in the form of victory.
I believe I will dream again,
And this time, I won't let it go,
without creating a history!