Vyapti's Dreamland - Page 41

Originally posted by: vyapti

One day I will hide my face in your chest

And fall asleep

Never to wake up again.

Will I have that good fortune?

Someone like me?

Still I dream.

Falling asleep is scary,

Your chest is not.

What will happen after I fall asleep,

Will happen after I fall asleep.

But today,

Before that fear chokes me alive,

I say, "One day I will fall asleep in your chest

Never to wake up again."

You are invited dear Vyapti

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Thank you Sutapa ❤️

Thank you 💚

Do you want me?

I don’t love you.

Do you want me?

Look at my palms,

they are empty.

I have nothing to give you.

Do you want me?

If you cannot want me

Like a child wants his bolster,

At least want me

Like a gardener wants the weed.

Want me,

Want me,

Want me.

what an emotional piece of poetry

What If I were a flower,

And you a bee?

Oh, you within me–––

I have nothing for you;

This is a nectarless flower.

All around

There are flowers

Having nectar,

Home to you.

At least, that is what

I assume.

Neither you, nor nectar,

This heart contains only envy.

Envy is the only solace

Of a loveless life.

This poem reflects a quiet sense of silent search for themselves. It carries a gentle sadness, yet also a thoughtful acceptance of one’s place in the world.

Well written Nibedita.

Originally posted by: vyapti

What If I were a flower,

And you a bee?

Oh, you within me–––

I have nothing for you;

This is a nectarless flower.

All around

There are flowers

Having nectar,

Home to you.

At least, that is what

I assume.

Neither you, nor nectar,

This heart contains only envy.

Envy is the only solace

Of a loveless life.

Every flower is attractive in its own unique way … nectar may or may not be there … the scent is there… attractive colors are there …you are beautiful ….. so be happy the way nature created you ….

He: What happened? You came running like a child and now this squeezing. Why are you weeping so much?

She: I was listening to a song.

He: What song?

She: Let it be. I am your fan, you are my fan---is it true? You are my fan? Then you will be happy if I just stay with you, right? I am lazy, useless. But that does not matter, no? You must have missed me terribly.

He: Weeping again?

She: Sniffing my head? Are you a dog?

He: Loyal like...no...more than a dog. About uselessness, why bother about it? I am useless too.

She: You are useless? That is a very crude joke. Such ugly joke does not go well with such a spotless face.

He: Why? Have not you heard that I...

She: Don’t begin with such difficult matters. My mind is too tired to understand all that. I just want to rest. You cherish active people more than lazy people like me, no?

Why are you not replying? Where has your attention gone? Why have you turned so serious? What wrong have I done? Where are you? Please don't leave me.