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Flashback Friday: I knew what died meant.

I knew what died meant.

When my clothes didn’t change
But hers did.

When my smile didn’t fade
But hers did.

When blossomed red some rose
But that wasn’t the color she wore.

I wasn’t the strong one.
But she didn’t falter.

I was just a child.
Scraping memories, time beguiled.

Wrapped in a love so fierce
Under a watchful eye.

But I am still a child.
Pondering about the last time she smiled.

My one, loving for two.
Doing for two. Dying for two.

I don’t hate that
I know what died means.


Image Credits : HyattMoore

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Flashback Friday: Smile

Half a smile from him

and she was in her elements again.

Alive bright!

Like cherry blossoms in springtime.

Like Vermillion on a newlywed bride.

Like keys of an unused piano

under fingers of a forgotten musician.


 

Flashback Friday: Death of an Artist

And these walls will never speak again
Because the feet that hung from the ceiling are limp.
Steady now, the hands of paint,
Stands yet another beautiful crimp.


 

Flashback Friday: Story

Each time our paths cross
I end up writing
A new love story.


 

Flashback Friday: Pride

At the first touch of your trembling lips
Mine breathe cold ice

Gathering strength
Blues meet the eyes.

No universe can satiate
Drowned souls of love’s frostbite

Two zany imperfect outliers
In this glorious moment bind.


I have been posting some of my very first poetry on this blog with the Flashback Friday series. Now I can reach a couple more bloggers and that brings me immense happiness. This poem in particular is one of my favourites, because the theme is so much more contemporary than my others. The theme is experiencing that moment, the second of infinite love that one can feel with the acceptance and embrace of another. I did not start it that way, but it ended up being very liberating. I’d love to know your thoughts on it too.

SALONI

Flashback Friday: Ultimate Flight

I look for love, for peace, for rain
A drop that forever quenches my pain
The moment of immense bright white light,
My chance of the immortal ultimate flight.

-Saloni


 

Flashback Friday: Raging Battles

A young girl walks bare feet,
Amongst the gunpowder and debris,
She looks at the bloody bodies, now covered,
She mourns deeply for her beloved.

The world was such an empty place before,
Then came her prince-on-the-white-horse to the fore,
They shared a bond that could last forevermore
The world wasn’t so empty anymore. Continue reading “Flashback Friday: Raging Battles”

Flashback Friday: Secret

Myriad colors and faces in the crowd,

Thoughts, dreams and wishes echoing loud

Find the man most glad, he’s stark,

For he hides a secret most dark.

PS: This one is from my diary archives. I remember penning this forever ago! It’s still remarkably accurate.


This was posted on my blog in July 2016 and received mixed reactions from the ‘crowd’! Because it is a litte dark, it seems like a twisted quartet. But the thought behind it is actually the common thread that binds us all today – that we carry deep secrets within us and yet be social, pretend to be happy and hide behind our smiles to appear normal. If you believe another interpretation of it is valid, I’d love to know.

Flashback Friday: After You’re Gone

Discovering your brown boots
And one by one
All the things you left behind
Books and keys
Clothes and receipts
Crumbs of us.
Some of you and some of me.


I’ve started Flashback Friday to repost some posts because I have a lot more followers than I did last year. It is also a very simple way to reminisce about my state of mind from a year ago! This was a surprise sort of short poem that just came to be because I was thinking about how it is the little things that remind us of the people we no longer have in our lives. It doesn’t always have to be a better half, these verses work for every relationship we’ve ever had that was so close to us. That we see the crumbs of a past frequently every day and we miss that person every single time that happens.

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