Orginal Poems

HOPE:

I drift freely,

through time

I feel new these days

I feel I'm getting back

a part of me with which

I thought I parted ways

escaping this hole

I had fallen into 

finally seems possible.

I feel like I'm finally out,

of The tunnel that seemed endless,

the path that seemed hopeless,

all just becoming a distant memory,

something I never want to think about,

As my face shows happiness,

finally, completely out of the emptiness,

feels like the end of a nightmare,

the wounds and scars in my mind,

seem to have healed and faded,

I take a step towards the treasure,

the beauty within myself,

Lost; waiting to be found, 

buried in 

The darkness to which I was bound,

I hope this is the end of bad days

I hope this is the start of better times

I wanna ascend further,

touch the skies

Make my mark.

I hope I will

I hope to love

I hope to smile

I hope to Laugh

It seems, I finally can

because I hope all my suffering,

is followed by the greatest blessing

I can possibly get.

LONER:

I walk through the same street everyday 

Seeing people happily lost in each other

Hear Laughter so loud it could change the weather 

I smile looking at them and their happy faces

At the same time, I feel the emptiness in me

Reminding me that 

While I'm All alone hoping to hold someone's hand

Wanting to take a stroll on the beach

With our feet buried in the warm sand 

I get only wet roads and mud on my feet

I try to forget the emptiness and take a seat

But it keeps knocking on my door

It tells me I'm not good enough

It keeps reminding me that I have no one 

No one to dance with 

No one to sing with

No one to hold hands with 

It makes me think that 

Maybe Happiness is a myth

I have no choice but to walk on the

same street again 

The same people populate the lane

The same laughter reverberates across the area 

The same smiles envelope the plane 

But this time, I look down because the happy faces only give me pain

I start thinking maybe I am meant to be alone

But a part of me still desperately wants to hold on

To the voice which feebly keeps reiterating 

That there's someone out there waiting 

And then the fire of hope keeps burning

The Perfect Woman:

Her eyes, kind and caring 

but also mysterious and dark

The shine in her eyes

makes the pure night sky

look like a mediocre view

Her face has this glow

that radiates happiness

Sometimes, I see pain there

and I realise she's human too

Her smile is my drug of choice

The way it makes me feel

Higher than any chemical ever could

Her laughter is music

straight from god's speakers

I could hear it all-day

She is the perfect woman

that the poems speak of

for her, wars are waged

for her, songs are written

She is the perfect woman

When she talks, I listen carefully

after every conversation with her

I keep craving more

I can't get enough of her voice

I can't get enough of her words

I can't get enough of her  

But fate plays cruel

It shows me this perfect woman

the one who can make everything fine

then fate laughs at me 

because she can never be mine