Anthology by Belina Sainju (read me a book .TXT) 📕

Lovesick Maybe?

Lovesick Maybe?

 

I stood there, busy observing people in my sight,

 

Like as if, that was all I could do,since

 

Insecurity had bolted within me, but then I saw your face, that

 

Kindled a queer feeling in me,

 

Eager to know you, was egregious on my face,

 

Utopia, was where you escorted me to.

 

And then I realized the complex enigma I was in,

 

Assiduously making my way to be yonder with you

 

Yonks, it was, when I espied you

 

Unaware but, still are you,

 

Smitten wildly, albeit knowing that I could

 

Hurt myself, yet still in quest of your attention.

 

- ❤️ B

 

LONLINESS

 

LONLINESS

 

Someone had quoth that friend is the one,

To whom we can let out everything.

They're like a piece of paper, they say,

Where we can write down all our feelings in it.

The one who understands us,

More than we do ourselves.

The only one who can unravel out problems,

Without even knowing it.

The one whose company is exultant,

So much that, that person becomes as if,

Half the part of our life.

To be a friend, no terms and conditions are asked,

Age or gender or colour are not seen.

It really doesn't matter at all,

Just an understanding soul is enough.

You do have such a friend, correct?

Well, for the one who has,

I say congrats, know that,

You're one of the luckiest person in the world;

Because, there is someone who is yearning to be in your place,

There is someone who is wanting a soul beside them too,

To take out all the pain they had quelled in their heart,

And have someone to listen to them.

There is someone who is wanting to remove the loneliness they're facing.

They're probably extremely jealous of you right now, so watch out!

Don't they deserve a friend, when everyone else does?

They also require to share their problems,

They also need to have a time of quietude.

They actually want someone to talk to;

Someone to cuddle with,

And feel safe in their arms;

Someone to understand their trouble,

No matter how hokum or serious it may sound,

Because to them, its censorious;

Someone who wouldn't mind to listen to their call

And make all their feelings out whether its midnight or day.

They do deserve that,don't they?

Or they're being too selfish?

Don't they deserve,

To share their excruciating moments openly,

And disclose their hearts,

To let out all the secrets, they've been holding for so long,

They don't care,

How big or small or ridiculous their situation is,

They are sad, even if people crack the funniest jokes,

They are solitude, despite of the rabble around them,

They are down, although there are hands pulling them up,

They are depressed, in spite of the counselling they get,

They are lifeless, even though there is a living soul in them,

And you know why?

Because, those jokes are not understandable to them

Those crowds are suffocating for them

Those hands pulling up seem pseudo to them

Those counselling are worthless to them

That soul inside them is just a breathing thing for them.

That particular somone is desiring a friend,

When they have a grueling day out there,

When they face the quotidian family combat,

When they make fallacious decisions,

When they rue for their unknown mistakes,

When their antsy mind hither them to darkness,

When they think they are debacle in the world,

When they see nothing but darkness, pitch darkness ahead of them,

When they start getting claustrophobic,

When they feel numb engendered by a gruesome nightmare they had last night.

That someone though tries to stay strong,

All they get endulged to is,

To hold back the tears,

Bolster the quivering fingers to work,

Clench those trembling teeth those,

Breathe hard to halt hyperventilating.

Its abymal there's still the silent yowl though.

All they do is get up the next day,

With a wet cushion and queasy heart,

Being the languid themselves,again.

-B

 

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Publication Date: 05-01-2015

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