My Lullabies

I write of lost love, of unrequited serenity, 

of guilty pleasures, quick glances, 

of touches and feels

I complete your soul, your desires

by writing mine down.

I write of cravings, nibbles and shorts

that lets you see what I feel, 

that lets you accept what you've denied to.

I fill your voids.

I write of broken things, broken people and broken hearts, 

of scars and wounds that may never fade or heal,

but I give you hope O' dear readers,

that you're not alone in this ordeal, 

I give you peace, calm and music of words, so sleep dearly at nights, 

by my lullabies.

x

The Night

Beware O’ lover,

of these treacherous nights,

blinding eyes with blinding lights.

 

Beware O’ lover,

of its cunning ways,

how steadily it sets and how it behaves.

 

Beware O’ lover,

of the pain it brings,

even when it’s gone, it stings!

 

Beware O’ lover,

of the people that roam,

lost and cheated, looking for ‘home’.

 

Beware O’ lover,

of its magnificent charm,

the night is skilled to disarm.

 

But most of all O’ lover beware,

of its peace and calm handpicked,

the night makes one easily its addict.

Happy New Year!

 

Well here I am again, after attempting to avoid my gut twisting and world wrenching feelings they seem to have caught me again, they always do, or maybe I get tired of running away from them, after all they’re a part of me..

So readers how you’ve been? Any new year, new me crap? Yeah that shit never lasts, new year resolutions are like the nights, they seem fun, moments of opportunity, giving you the power to be someone, someone you’re not today, someone you want to be, but as soon as you start to settle into the nights, you hear the crisp chirping of the birds, the curtain edges revealing the morning rays and you know it’s over, and being the naive people we are struck with hope, we do it again and again even the times we don’t want to admit we have. There is something about new year’s, it’s strange but lives would be so different had every day been Jan 01.

I haven’t written in a while have been trying to avoid it, nothing good ever comes out of it, for some reason I tend to get unbearably sad that neither can I nor people around me can handle or want to handle or have the time to handle. We’re in the fast lane now, opportunities coming at the speed of light, those missed would never return. Imagine sitting on the terrace, chilling winter breeze blowing and you’re watching the stars, you’re cold, shivering but you know for a fact you can’t look away because you might miss that one broken celestial part that would make all your wishes come true, everything you’ve ever wanted in the blink of an eye, brings peace to think about it doesn’t it? All those worries for split second they disappear to a deep dark ditch, you feel free, satisfied and content till you open your eyes, realize it’s still cold, still dark, still windy and still empty like it’s always been.

I hope all of you are okay, are trying your best, are fighting whatever your demons are. I’ll see you again, some other night when I wouldn’t be able to escape these feelings of mine, writing to you hoping that maybe these absolutely meaningless and helpless words of mine reach to you well.

-Manisha

 

To THE END.

 put me to sleep, give me a pill,
can't let these worries overfill.

give me a shot, give me anything,

can't bear the pain you bring.

push a knife right in my heart,

a broken and useless part.

stab me, wrap me with barbed wire,

I can't live with these feelings dire.

put these unsettling thoughts of mine at peace, 

not to pause, but to cease.

but whatever you do my love,

help me get the calm I dream of!