THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

  Don't go to the morrows,  I haven't had enough of you For all my love that I contained  for the past years was just released.  And when I see you leave,  I don't know what to do with all the love,  I don't know how to complete our broken conversations.  I told myself it was just a bad dream,  Only it is not.  People said we were too good together and our smiles synced And we seemed to be in Paradise of love.  So don't go to the morrows,  If we stick together,  We can create a better symphony,  we can be each other's muses,  where you can paint me While I write about you.  And now that I think of it,  It has always been you in my poems,  Several people asked me 'who are you? I told them you are everyone,  Everyone and everything that loved me,  But they were not convinced.  They want 'the one' I can't give them 'the one' when there is no 'one'.  That's when you decided to go,  ...

  When you see me again,  Let us talk about the things we enjoyed.  Like the movie we watched in  which the man never found true love,  But where the woman cried a lot Over her loneliness,  And you told she resembles me,  her pale features were like mine,  Adding beauty to my smile.  And this being the only thing That we enjoyed,  I may not know what to talk about next.  Just as you left in the middle of our picnic last month,  I kept staring at the untouched sandwich that I made for you,  And when I made peace with your plans,  You kept changing my playlist,  telling me I should be mature.  You brought things that my cat found amusing,  And told me to get rid of her,  But instead, I burnt your things,  Amusing her again.  You hated my makeup and told me I Looked lovely without it,  So I darkened my Lip shade,  Cropped and colored my hair.  You told me to eat more because...

  Black and white photographs Hanging on the wall, behind me,  Dance at the company Of sheer curtains.  Fresh coffee rings on the table Cuddle with the lacquer crying for my attention.  The chandelier wonder  At the brightness of daylight,  And my little heart  Wonders at the lies I heard.  I feel nauseous at how I  Put up with all those lies.  I'm just so tired of the notion of truth.  what a pathetic little heart! What naivety and vulnerability has Consumed you.  You made me think I own  the autumn,  That I can have him all for myself  In my private abode.  That spurious affection was Afterall nothing but a lie,  And my foolish heart  created fake scenarios,  with every word of Autumn,  who would give a peck on the neck,  With a pat on the back.  What a pathetic little heart!  You never understood What seasons meant,  You never realized they belong to  each othe...

  Far above the oceans,  Icarus witnessed the beauty of life,  The vast lands beckon him.  He turned to get one last glimpse of  Cnossus,  The island that displays the prowess Of his father,  Whose instructions clouded Icarus  Every second of his life.  The labyrinth and its strangeness,  Something that he was always trying to escape,  Icarus felt his father's maze all around him,  winding around his adolescence,  like a poisonous snake.  But the wings and its independence,  gave him choice,  He wished to touch the sky,  breaking the paths of clouds,  He thought of singing a farewell song to Cnossus,  while desiring to touch the sun.  Daedalus's eyes send warning signals to his adolescent son,  while the fool enjoys his newfound freedom.  Icarus believed his father's talents,  not fragile to kill his son,  His heart desired  for a miracle,  For a moment where...

I was a drunken soul,  When I reached the cliff,  But sober enough to stop at the edge.  I stopped and thought why would I stop.  What feeling is better than  Floating freely in the air,  Feeling light and unburdened.  What feeling is better than,  flying with the birds And falling among the flawed trees. No romantic ecstasy can compete with that feeling.  Everything I left at that house,  Isn't mine to go back,  But everything that awaits beyond  this cliff is mine to embrace.  The cold chills me asking is it the right time?  When is the right time?  When is the right time to float?  I'm sober enough to remember My pain,  No drinking can diminish its essence,  No party can fade its dominance.  Happiness was a distant cousin,  Who would come like Christmas.  Yet I kept the Christmas lights for a longer time,  Hoping to keep the darkness away,  and Christmas never came as I ...

  As the church bell tolls,  The pigeons flew away from the parapet.  The shiny old white threads left on the Red aisle runner Struggle to break up from its clutches.  The wind becomes the professional bench drummer of hallelujahs,  And the pages of the Bible search for a reader.  As I entered, the guilty cobwebs hide Their faces behind the Chandelier,  reflecting its complex housing.  A curse has consumed this place,  The curse of lovers who were left at the altar. The church stopped functioning,  someday,  Because the people stopped coming someday.  And the choir stopped singing,  The weddings stopped And nobody was left at the altar.  They say it is the curse,  The curse of seven lovers who were left at the altar,  Over the seven years.  The lovers who left the town in shame Never came back.  But people shared stories of cruel brides and cruel grooms,  Who left their lovers at the altar. Th...

                                           The children of dreamers Emerge from the wombs of their mothers,  Into a world, they watched inside,  Their aura make the sun jealous as they make their first cry,  Holding all the energies in their little hands.  They make their way to create the utopias their mothers viewed,  Charging up at every critical juncture With a feisty mind.  They watch their words becoming actions,  Crawling out of every dark cave that traps them,  Breaking the gardens of inappropriations,  Guarding every door of justice.  The children of dreamers love and love,  Never making their hearts go jaded,  Their love conspires to form a wormhole connecting dreamers,  Where they plan their world.  Their magnificent dreams,  Challenging the realities,  Lure many to sabotage the plans,...