THE FORGOTTEN STORIES

  I let myself sink into you,  Taking deep dips,  Not letting myself float.  You kept the rhythm of ocean Calm and said the waves To come another day.  I got lost in the tranquility of your arms,  Seeking an abode for eternity,  Reaching out in bliss.  Maybe If I could live here forever,  I would dance at a different pace,  guided by the warmth of your heart. I see no lines seperating us,  Shutting down the little fragments of overthinking,  I place you close to my bosom,  Never to let you go.  Making all the falsities disappear,  I'm riveted by the hold of your hands,  the sheer joy on your face  At the movement of my eyelashes,  Making me fall all over again.  You asked me if you could join in my agony,  If you could make me think of  Things of joy, Checking my pulse and it's  dramas,  You dived deep into me,  Untangling the mysterious cords,  that encircled me.  Breaking the rules and tripping over the cords,  You moved fearlessly and hopefully, Creating a new space,  For th

  I have always felt that life is like a vast ocean. Most times it gets messy like the ocean, but we love it for it's calmness and the vastness. Even when it's messy we move with it, unable to predict the outcome. All our emotions that we hold, bitter or sweet, we let them grow with  us freely, just like the waves. We love and hate, we fight and cry, even if we don't want, we can't help ourselves from doing it. Because we have become so accustomed with the beauty it reflects.  We feel that we know everything about the people very close to us, but when we look deep into each one of them, just like the mysterious ocean, we get to see all the bitterness,  heartbreaks, insecurities and everything that they don't want us to see. We love and lose hoping to find a shore from the clutches of this chaotic mystery.  We move with our messy lives hoping  to clear the mess. But as the waves grow stubborn, it gets deeper and deeper we get entangled with it, leaving us in pain or

  We were young girls Who used to play at the beach,  Hugging, we watched the sun drowning.  We danced till the candyman went home,  Our skirts swayed with the wind,  Cajoling us to stay a bit longer.  We never thought this picture would fade away.  I know this would never come back,  But I want to feel again.  I want to go back where my heart is.  All I want is to be free and feel again.  The colours and smell still linger with me,  I miss the happiness I felt,  The aches that watered me.  My skin misses the way it felt,  My hair misses the gentle kiss of the beach wind The bookstores and beach waters wait for us,  They send a thousand silent sirens to us,  When will we feel it again?  The recklessness of age,  the courage of freedom,  the music in our brains,  And the limbs that never stopped.  The yellow city lights Gladly kissing the fine roads,  absorbed our shadows,  to make souvenirs.  My heart misses that excitement,  on watching the cliched scenes,  But I know we want to feel

  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,  Leave my thoughts alone.  But don't go to the

  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  I'm too skinny for your features,  So the next day,  I told you to stop eating to look like me.  And yesterday

  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 other.  You found it amusing to be with fall,  In his private party,  for you came early with excitement.  And just like tha

  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 all his Prayers may come true.  Diving and soaring,  Soaring and diving,  Icarus moved to breach the warnings of his