Vyapti's Dreamland - Page 34

Wow, this is amazing!

Thank you dear Proteeti .

Though I myself feel this poem is ridiculous... such contradictory emotions. It is a product of my disturbed mind. Still could not stop myself from sharing it with you all.

A little child.

A little child that I don't understand.

I was crying inconsolably for hours

Without any reason.

Suddenly I saw it crying with me

And I stopped.

One day I was crying in fear.

I had to fight with difficult circumstances

And I did know that I did not have

The bravery needed to win.

Suddenly I saw it crying with me

And I stopped.

"Whether I am brave or not

I will not let it cry.", I thought.

And then I won though

It was almost impossible to win.

One day I was crying in despair.

I turned my face away from everything

That gave me joy.

Perhaps I was unhappy with happiness itself.

And I saw the child looking at me

Calling me with it's eyes.

I could not turn my face away,

Despair gave way to desire.

One day I was consumed by anger.

I was shouting at everyone,

I was shouting at me,

I had no intention of calming down.

I wanted to hurt everyone.

The child came, hugged me with deep trust.

I could not hurt it, I lost, it won.

What magic does the child know?

A child, an unreal child, made of tears.

A child that I imagine without intention

In the moments of deepest pain.

A child I forget about after that.

I am not a lover of children

Then why does it live in my imagination?

Originally posted by: vyapti

A little child.

A little child that I don't understand.

I was crying inconsolably for hours

Without any reason.

Suddenly I saw it crying with me

And I stopped.

One day I was crying in fear.

I had to fight with difficult circumstances

And I did know that I did not have

The bravery needed to win.

Suddenly I saw it crying with me

And I stopped.

"Whether I am brave or not

I will not let it cry.", I thought.

And then I won though

It was almost impossible to win.

One day I was crying in despair.

I turned my face away from everything

That gave me joy.

Perhaps I was unhappy with happiness itself.

And I saw the child looking at me

Calling me with it's eyes.

I could not turn my face away,

Despair gave way to desire.

One day I was consumed by anger.

I was shouting at everyone,

I was shouting at me,

I had no intention of calming down.

I wanted to hurt everyone.

The child came, hugged me with deep trust.

I could not hurt it, I lost, it won.

What magic does the child know?

A child, an unreal child, made of tears.

A child that I imagine without intention

In the moments of deepest pain.

A child I forget about after that.

I am not a lover of children

Then why does it live in my imagination?

Thank you dear 💕💕

The question is how can a little vulnerable dependent teary-eyed child be a symbol of courage? But my imagination is like that.

This is truly amazing!

Thank you dear Proteeti 💕 💕

Dream

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A teenage girl wanted your hand

On her forehead during fevers.

More than two decades have passed.

She still waits for your hand

On her forehead every night.

Despite all the insults she hurls at you,

A part of her still longs for you,

Defying reason, defying her unworthiness.

In spite of everything you have given her

That ungrateful girl never thanks you.

Yet she blames you

When she does not get what she wants.

Yet she desires your care, your love,

Your smile, your gaze.

She dreams of your gaze, a gaze that

Makes all her audacity redundant,

A gaze that respects her desire.

She dreams, she dreams, she dreams...

Can she ever fall into the abyss of that dream

Never to wake up again?

Human relationships are so beautiful

Waiting is the only way to find the answers to all of her questions—a desire for a caress that has never been experienced, a dream to be realised!

Well written one Vyapti.