Redemption

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I write, I erase

a legit affair with backspace,

what harrows this heart-

expanding excavation,

meanderings of a graveled maze

 

midst of green fields and clear sky

a breeze so gentle brushing my hair aside

just as lips curve in a sweet smile,

a sudden twitch in my right eye

wake up! wake up!

horrendous clouds are magnified

 

it shines, it blurs and then it rains

what is living without mistakes?

despair in love,

or agony of loss,

regret of choices went wrong;

unable to weigh in words, how to portray?

strayed emotions do haunt, if not conveyed 

 

key down and key up

key down and key up

a stream of letters flow by

amidst the chaotic silence and click-cries

skeptical of the story, how to tell?

stage of scrabble is set to rationalize

will I be then excused- a happening passerby?

 

ink is smeared, drafts finalized

grains scatter, pages prowl into a pile

sinful summer strips with autumnal prying

treaded to roots, winter shivers of withdrawal arise

in blooming cups of spring, I seek ablution

I am changing like seasons

and, mother nature is my alibi

 

 

Truth is the acceptance of its existence. It lies on the demarcation of acknowledgement from ignorance. Ignorance is bliss and acknowledgment of truth is where the awakening begins.

©Written Frames, 2019

 

 

A Silent Wish

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To feel less

sorry of your mistakes,

your never ending excuses

The way you always make me wait,

All the plans you make-

Promises to spend time together

-Pity! you are always late

You deny it,

That I am taken for granted

Indeed, that’s true mate.

Out of delicacy at heart

Somewhere, you did feel ashamed

However, afraid of self-blame

You launch a silent wish-

For me to act a little selfish,

With my failed foolish flaws

Grooved in my skin

I must wrong myself

With worldly baits

For you to feel less guilty

Of your ‘I’, ‘Me’ and ‘Myself’ traits.

 

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© Written Frames, 2017

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