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Waiting for the End

*This poem is dedicated to Linkin Park — for all those strongly worded songs that made my life survivable. There are obvious references to several song titles (including the title of the poem), with no intentions of violating copyrights.

That brown evening I found my soul,

Met my mind, that often turned Numb  .

Beyond, drifted off higher than

Every one of our Hands Held High.

Leading all of our battles,

But perhaps the toughest was within….

The sphere will say, all day

Never knows to be In Pieces;

The cracks, the bits, the shards —

What it took for this Castle Of Glass.

So Leave Out All The Rest, for

Who shall decide what is best? 

Memory, name and body diffuse in air.

Forever it resonates the voice,

That will agitate more ripples

Through this vast New Divide.

Happiness, and inner peace

Never so easy In The End;

In this dark wordplay with life

A Light That Never Comes.

 

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poem

Skeleton

The ghost of my minty home

Stood rickety in skeletons;

And that of the Tulsi rustled,

Who once had cured my knees.

The greens that once bore pinks,

Now was left all abandoned in brown.

The weathered walls lay in crumbs 

But the velocity beside it only increased

The roads that grew taller than the gates

All waved, as I breezed by.

poem

Hold My Hand


Where the sky is so magnificently blue

Where nothing is untrue

The earth is looking so green

Here, I have never been

Beautiful flowers that decorate

I promise I will not be late

Because I know you are waiting for me

Under the shade of the largest tree

Come, hold my hand

As we walk across this land

Feeling the earth on our feet

Smelling the flowers so sweet

Watching the golden sphere in the air

The wind blowing our hair

We sit near the sparkling lake

And you say,”for God’s sake”

When I spill water on you

Bt then yo do the same too

We spend our day talking and laughing

Immersed in our past, remembering

But all of this will have to wait

As time stands between us, a huge gate

The day it’ll open is yet to arrive

And till then, without you, I’ll have to survive

We bonded as time passed by

Now you are bidding me goodbye

Life has made us apart

But it cannot stop you from residing in my heart

My love for you shall never flicker

Even if my life from now on turns bitter

No matter how many years away

I’ll keep waiting for that day 

©NM

horror fiction, poem

The Lamp Post

On the ground. Was she?

Deep in the hustle, yet

So very out of reach 

From the cracking campfire 

It escaped her every​ memory.

She longed, stretched and reached

But never there.

Amidst the leaves’ rustle, yet

No more could trample them.

Beneath the flood of the lamp post

All that was, among other shadows

Was her silhouette.

©NM

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Eyes

Windows

To your soul

Shut them, from

That world inside

Hide them

Behind deceptive curtains

The keenest cannot spot 

Eyes

Open them, and let

Life encircle.

©NM