I am thinking of dropping my college lately. Of course, my parents won’t allow me to but it’s a constant recurrent thought in my mind, not because I wish to follow a trend of famous people but because I feel there is a lot of unwanted energy around me that’s hindering me, more or less, from accessing the best of me and my life.
I lost my register yesterday while giving a presentation. Along with it, I lost very crucial notes of various subjects I am studying to me this semester. I searched for it everywhere—home and college— but in vain. Damn! They could have helped me in the test that I gave today. Also, I could have excelled in all my subjects by studying through it. It held all the keywords within. It consisted of my hard work of every day, every hour, every moment I spent in college while I still possessed it. Even my friends were worried and regretted for my loss. What a great loss!
What is success? When you get a lot of followers, is that success? Getting a degree from the college you hardly survived unwillingly, is that success? If you are able to see your face published on the TV channels and famous websites on the Internet, does it count for your success?
I’ll be there for you. As you find me suitable. As a friend when you need someone to laugh, cry, hug or reveal a secret, you’ll find me by your side. As a girlfriend and a wife when you wish to shower your abundant love on someone.
It aches to stay away from you. You are still a thought, but now with an essence. It aches to think that I will not think of you. It aches to wipe off all the possibilities from my mind— the fights, the resolutions, all the hugs and warmth—everything. It aches to believe that you will always remain just a thought.
“It’s over. Why can’t you understand? I don’t love you anymore. Stop bothering me and go away. Leave.” He shouted at the extremes of his lungs.
I cuff my ears
with headphones- big and small
and zone out from all
the world’s bustle.
A lot of the early poets and authors refer to poetry as something to look down upon. Some try to bind it in verses, definitions and distinctions while others are still figuring out its techniques and methods through the use of the same throughout the process.
There’s a silence in this crowd.
I can feel it in intervals
before the crowd is flooded more
with its novel arrivals.
I’ll wait. For the moment when you’ll heal, I’ll wait. Till the minute you would regain your trust and faith on love and your innocent self, I’ll wait. For the day when that sad, dull corner of your heart would be filled again with vibrancy, I’ll wait.