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HER BEST FRIEND HAS HER BACK

Eyes drenched with tears,

Freckles all over her face,

Shadowing her crimson cheeks, swallowing her skills at ace,

The lousy grin on her lips;

And she walked with her head high,

Her best friend has her back.

The pain that she bore

Caused by all severed relationships,

The accusations she dealt with;

Those weren't enough to pull her down.

The storms within her that now, got a voice,

Her best friend has her back.

The cuts and damages that she received

From every man she ever loved,

The measure of self-respect she had to trade,

For rising in love.

But she doesn't regret any of it now,

She has moved on,

Her best friend has her back.

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letsseewhatthispoetsays · 4 years

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Birds returning to their nest at the dying of light reminds me that there will come one evening when you will return to our nest signifying this long day has finally come to an end. Till then, I will wait for you.

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People were staring at us with weird faces. I was not sure if what we were doing was right. But you comforted me, held my hands tight. I could feel your arms around my waist, grabbing my hips. Both of our eyes were closed and lips pressed against each other. I would be honest with you that I was actually feeling a bit shy. I mean I had never kissed anyone in front of everyone. But your love, your admiration for me gave me the courage, the power to showcase how I feel for you in front of this world.

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letsseewhatthispoetsays · 4 years

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There were scars all over her skin. Her elbows and knees looked bruised. Blood dripped down her forehead. Her dress, all torn as if somebody tried to undress her forcefully. She couldn't even walk properly, she stumbled at the door and fell to her knees. My mom helped her get on her feet. I could see tears in her solemn eyes. But could not make out whether it was out of fear and pain or the drugs she would take to make herself feel better. Everyone thinks she is bipolar. She would deny the accusations. My mom took her to the bathroom, cleaned her up, and helped her get changed. I gave her the nightgown that I had stopped wearing since my sophomore year.

She decided to bath, instead. After getting clean, she changed into the nightgown. My mom arranged the plates on the dinner table while I helped her descend the stairs. She made herself seated on the couch in front of our television. My mom switched on the television for her. She was looking pale and ethereal. I passed her the orange juice glass. She grabbed it instantly and in one sip, drank all of it. My mom joined us within a few minutes. She asked her if she wanted to tell her anything that happened to her. She sat quietly like a sulk for some minutes. And then, she said in a very weak voice, " I don't wanna die. Save me, Linda! I wanna live, love, go out like other people, party like youngsters, sunbath at the beach, dance to Beyonce's songs, date the most popular guy of high school, and have a family. I want a life. These goddamn drugs are killing me. I feel fucking paranoid. I feel depressed. And the worst part is I can't do anything to stop this feeling, to stop myself from fucking ruin my life. Help me before I fucking kill myself! I don't wanna end up in someone's bed every night after getting high. I don't want men to fuck me and kick me out of their houses, their lives. I want to kick those rich bastards' asses and make them feel guilty of raping a minor a fucking million times".

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letsseewhatthispoetsays · 4 years

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I was sitting under the same tree, on the same spot, as usual, waiting for him to join me. Recess hour with him always feels better. The old and tall peepal tree that he would call 'The Tree of Love' because most of the couples of our school fell in love with each other under its shade, seemed quite lonely and pale today as if it is lamenting for the loss of someone or something. Strange! A tree amidst the school, that makes people fall for each other, changes its color if something doesn't feel right. Yeah! Even I was feeling insecure because generally, we would join the tree together but that day, he hadn't shown up. I kept looking at my wristwatch, definitely gifted by him, for the entire recess hour but he didn't come. I kept consoling my pounding heart that constantly indicated that something's surely wrong.

When I went back to my class, looking for him, he was nowhere to be seen. I asked his friends, his classmates, searched for him everywhere, probably, and then, I found him. Mystery solved, right? I wish things were that easy. What I saw then, changed my life forever. As if everything I had ever dreamt of and ever wished for was snatched by the sick fate. As if some sneaky bitch fucked my entire life with just one move. Yes, I saw him coming out of the boys' washroom, hand in hand, stuck in an intimate moment, with my very own best friend. Flood of tears began racing from my eyes. I stood there, motionless, unable to utter any word. My body felt paralyzed. And then, his eyes caught mine.

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letsseewhatthispoetsays · 4 years

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Unspoken Love

Curled up on the bed, digging myself into the pillows,

Watching a romantic movie,

My psyche is invaded by mixed emotions.

Every time a boy and a girl meets,

They grow close, fall in love,

I feel nostalgic.

Thoughts of you from the computer lab take up on my senses.

The sweet innocent love portrayed on the screen,

It feels so familiar as if an American fantasy dream

That I have been living for ages.

Every time, their feet dance,

I am taken back to the night of the prom.

The way we danced, your hands resting on my hips.

Standing real close to each other, smelling each other’s fragrance, embracing each other's sweet breath.

(Do you still think about that night?)

I always wonder why do movies have happy ending!

In reality, life doesn't show up the way it does in movies.

Every time a couple fights, they are about to separate,

They are hit by the breezes of love again,

(Rather end up in each others’ arms savoring the flavors of each others’ lips.)

But why didn’t love hit us again?

(Does it have some kind of enmity with me?)

Things never remain the same forever.

Actually there is no forever and ever.

I have seen you falling head over heels in love with me,

Pretending to be a heroic figure who had created history.

And I have even seen the worst.

I have seen you slipping away while I just sat back hand in hand, helpless.

The only thing I did is weep silently at nights,

And pretend like nothing happened during the scorching days.

Do you even remember our colorful nights together?

(Those nights were romantic and ecstatic like never before.)

Lying on you, I had felt your heart racing like a wild horse.

But that had a rhythm that followed the pattern of love;

All those long and precarious nights,

When I had watched you sleep in my arms.

(I wish I could go back in time and live those moments once again.)

Now nights are basically dark and colorless,

Like the way it was before I had met you.

My eyes are mostly soaked in tears,

But my lips seized of motion,

Why would anyone be interested to listen to a goofy girl narrating her tragic story

Who once dreamt of moonshot in love!

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