The path to my soul
Is hardly paved with gold
It’s thorny
And prickly
And it’s both hot and very cold
But traverse it, if you will
Thaw and melt along the way
Walk through the twists
And through its turns must you sway
Show me who you are, my dear
And then I’d be sold.
There’s a small city
On the other side of the world
With the tiniest shoreline
But the clearest skyline
And a heart of pure gold.
Hi people,
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How many resolutions are still a go?
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Love,
Varnika
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Would it be a new start
Straight from the heart
Or is it an art
To slyly depart
And leave me alone in tatters?
In a room with no doors
There’s a window with no bars
Alas, it’s too small to creep through
Yet big enough to see it all
The taste of sweet freedom
Lingers yet on the tongue
The joy of easy escape
Eludes the prisoner
Like the great Houdini
But
In the room with no doors
There’s a window with no bars
And that’s why
I can feel
The walls close in on me.
They say she reads a little too much
And, hence
Is disconnected from reality
Living in a whole other world
But it’s because she reads a little too much
That she observes a little extra
Thinks a little more
Sees through all pretences
Can even finish your sentences
Every shift in your mood she senses
Breaks every matter down to its basest essences
So, you see
She dances with angels
And tangoes with mankind
She feasts with the devil
And serenades its hellish demons
She brings about some semblance
Of balance and harmony
Why?
Because, my dear, she reads.
Not strangers yet
But lesser than what we were before
We’re hanging in the middle
Doing the age old dance
You have one foot out of the door
While I’ve placed all my bets
Is it politeness
Courtesy
Or
Chivalry
That lets you leave the cards on the table
Facing down
So I won’t have to see
The huge quantum of my loss
Or do you still have
An ace up your sleeve?
Do your conjuring trick, my dear
Don’t vanish this time round
Enchant me once more, my love
And never break the spell
Will you lift me up or run me into the ground
I guess only time will tell.
Come to me
On a sleepless night
And gift to me
A dream
Wrapped in a foil
Of hope and chance
Signed with a card
Of love
Come to me one night, my dear
So I may live for a day.
Go ahead and tell me again
How this was a bad idea
It’s nothing I haven’t heard before
Not once, not twice, not thrice
Every time I’ve tried to love
I’ve paid this heavy price
So push and shove
And set me aside
Or
Leap and jump
And show some faith
For I’m more than
Just a bad roll of dice.
I’m walking on a road
Paved with my own dreams
Bordered on both sides
With the weight of expectations
Every twist and every turn
Every treacherous meander
Designed to make me crash and burn
From the thoughts of a foul stranger
He says I can’t make it
I’d break
For I’m too fragile
He says I’ll have to fake it
With deceiving eyes
And a pretentious smile
I could listen to him
Fall for his beguile
Yet I choose to shrug him off
And walk that extra mile.
I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
– Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost
There’s so much left that I’ve yet to do
Pick a fight with a mountain
And win it too
Over lofty ideals
And a head lost in clouds
Over the loudest of echoes
And the voice which resounds
I’d love to outrun
The wind on it own wings
Till it gives up the chase
And my name it sings
Then I’d meander
With a river
And go gander
With a goose
Till I’ve laughed at the world
Like I’ve nothing more to lose
I’d have dinner with the devil
And live long enough to tell
I’d dance a charm with an angel
Till someone unrings the bell
I’m no poet
As you can very well see
But I’d someday stir someone
To turn me into poetry.
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