Letters at Midnight

I write letters at midnight

Which shall forever remain unsent

I slow dance, solo

To every breaking of the dawn

I smile to myself sometimes

When no one else seems to be watching

I show up, when needed

Despite how much I may be hurting

I cry out loud, shedding tears

While soundly asleep

I find solace in small mercies

Like surviving a broken heart

And I am terribly afraid of the things

Which lurk in the dark

You asked me who I was

I could tell you how I am

Would that be enough?

Would I be enough?

Would you remember me

When I’m long gone

And you come across

Those letters I wrote at midnight

Which forever remained unsent?

Dare to dream

There’s a place where all dreams go to die

Built upon the shackles of society

Nurtured by well meaning words spoken by snakelike tongues

Propped up

By pillars of self doubt and uncertainty

With a healthy sprinkling of what if it wasn’t meant to be

But all it takes to realise them all

Is to stand up

And defy

Oh Joy!

And every once in a while

You come across things which make you smile

Random acts of kindness

From virtual strangers

The blooming of a little bud

After an unusually long, dry spell

The coming together of unknown people

To pull a distressed puppy out of the well

An unexpected smile and nod of understanding, telling you all will be well

The first rays of sunshine

Bursting through gloomy skies

Or the pitter patter of

An out of season rainfall

And then there’s something which really makes my day

After I’ve poured out my heart

Like spilled ink on paper

Someone from across the world

Types that he can relate.

This one’s for all of you my loves! The ones who read and take a moment out of their ever hectic schedules to drop in a kind word. You’re what keeps me going. Thank you!

Micro Poetry #21

Words evade me

With a mind on overdrive

I’ve lost the will to write

Feelings consume me

Making me too alive

A dulling of senses

Is a much needed respite

Alliteration

A pencil pusher, people pleaser

Met with

A pyretic pushover

And we got

A self satisfying simmer

Micro Poetry #22

The nicest person I have ever known

Had a whole lot of things to say

But chose to remain quiet instead

And smiled

A smile

I can never forget

Micropoetry #20

Pieces of my heart

Are starting to fall apart

So, take me back to the start

For they say love’s an art?

Of Simpler Times

I remember a time

When everything was much simpler

Smiles were freer

Frowns were fewer

Never ever shedding a tear

I could count on my fingers

Everything I held dear

Without a single fear

Days were somewhat shorter

Yet joyous moments tended to last longer

Nights were a tad cooler

Windows left open

Just like our hearts

Which were, of course, fuller

And gladder

I remember a time

When things were much simpler

Or

Have I just been dreaming?

Hello, my lovelies!

It’s been a minute since we last spoke. I was just wondering how everyone’s doing. Please do let me know! And I hope we can all look forward to better days ahead.

In other news, how lovely are these flowers (featured image) which I came across during a walk. Mother Nature does shows off at times and how!

As always, thank you for reading.

Yours,

Varnika.

Immeasurable

Who you are

When no one’s watching

Is the true measure of a man

They say

But who are you

Under watchful eyes?

Do you need to hide

Behind a curtain of disguise?

Do you have to pretend

With every breath that you take?

Are you scared of being revealed

Making slips from lips sealed?

Or

Do you need to lie

So they’ll think you’re mighty sly?

Who you are

When no one’s watching

Might make you feel at ease

But who are you

When trying to please

Will bring you closer to your

Own true self.

So, tell me, my dear

Do you know

Who you are?

Thank God It’s Friday?

On a Friday night

Just like any other

I lay in bed

Without a single bother

The town swirled around me

A blur of coloured lights

People rushed around talking

In a murmured buzz

It was a downright circus, aye

Like a merry-go-round

Running at a nauseating pace

While I stood silently still

At it’s very centre

Strung to it all

Feeling its ebbing throes

Yet disconnected from the throng

Like a marionette

The world passed me by

While I, the very epicentre

Felt like an innocent, dumb bystander

For on a Friday night

Like any other

I lay in bed

Without a single bother