I dreaded Mondays.
Like any other regular office worker.
Yet
I waited for Mondays…
Just to see you.
Author: Kanika
The Scars I liked…
Wailing emotions
Howling distances
Prolonging our Union;
Your brooding absence
Summons gracefully
Our demure alliance
Accepting gladly the vulnerabilities
You left me a soulful mark
Like a Talisman
When embraced my gawky charm
Drinking you as an elixir
I refined clumsiness
Serendipity knocked door through you
Left me starving for more
Slit open my chambers of heart
Marks of your affection
Though scarred me for life
Yet are worn in elegance
Regretful Tuesday ||National Poetry Month
He said he breathes love
I said I devour humans
One swift voracious wanton swallow
And my mind was devoured by his thoughts of love
Ever since that day
I started breathing poetry.
Those eerie affects of Change
I was in fear…
Always feared change.
Until I became someone I was meant to be.
I want to be your HOME!
What is- Home??
A mere place where one resides,
four walls giving you shelter from an unpredictable weather,
few coordinates to dwell yourself in permanently
OR
a place filled with peace & serenity, where you forget the worries and find solace in its arms, the same spot which awaits your return no matter how many ungodly hours it takes.
Home is the private territory in this public world which you boldly & blatantly call your own.
I want to be your HOME.
When you are restless or in distress, feeling anxious or dejected I want you to come back HOME. When you want your soul to be at rest, your heart to feel peace
when you look for that little hope of tranquility in the struggle of appeasing people & their powerful minds, I know you miss home.
It is when you yearn for that strongest desire just to be loved no matter what or who you are.
I want to be the power driving that desire inside you.
You go the distance in search of better survival, to explore or to meet new people – offering them special place in your heart hoping to spend the life you wished but still somewhere, in the tiniest of your thoughts, you miss your HOME.
But that home awaits you patiently because No matter how far you go, no matter how happy or low you feel one always longs to come back home. It’s the only place where one belongs to.
For you when meet hardships or reach at loggerheads and see no path, you then think of that protected shield.
I want to be that shield for you.
There are times when our world gets disintegrated,…. dismantled. Avalanches of dreams, desires coming down and turning into dust.
The worse starts where our own brain starts playing tricks and seeks no one’s help. When we feel totally abandoned and our heart experiences worthless, insubstantial emptiness inside.
I want to take that emptiness to fill it with all warmth and tenderness which can ease your ache.
I want to be the one who can salve your pain.
Like a home, I wait patiently. Always wishing to hear your carefree laughter, the sound of which made my life feel happy &contended.
Amidst those suffering & turbulence in life one ray of hope is needed that can negate the pain afflicted, I want to be that ray of hope. I want to be the person you can call home.
I want to be your HOME!