It wasn’t a typical day at work –
She’d left the gawkers gawking
She’d proved beyond doubt her mettle
She’d toyed with the idea of brilliance,
And’d emerged unscathed.
It wasn’t a typical day at work –
She’d left the gawkers gawking
She’d proved beyond doubt her mettle
She’d toyed with the idea of brilliance,
And’d emerged unscathed.
“Keep at it”, they said.
“You’ll get somewhere”, they said.
As thoughts and feelings began to take over,
It was as if someone had just hit Restart.
To not second-guess myself,
To let things go
To allow myself love,
To articulate and to connect
Living with myself,
Taking care of me.
Textures, wavy textures
Wavin’ about
Wavin’ about for life
Zany, wany textures.
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Pop-Up
Pops up in the middle of nowhere,
In the middle of somewhere,
Propped up Pop-Up.
To not give in to emotions,
To not get carried away,
The heart strings tug away,
And I can’t help but melt.
A ceaseless ringing,
Fades away,
When the author picks up his pen –
Short-lived, his solace.
He asked—she was waiting,
The comfort extended beyond the texts
Living for the moment,
That’s all they hoped for.
Dreams, sanity in question,
Many a miles travelled,
Only to meet their destiny –
Silenced,
For what seems like forever.
Try, as you might,
Force it upon yourself, so you do,
So many things only,
One is capable of
Banter, everywhere,
Considerable amounts of engagement,
Constant debating,
Never did any, any good.