Weeny tale #2 – Love for Longhand writing

writing

Her laptop, a gift from Dad.

Her Smartphone, to type anything, anytime.

But Shine would always sit near the window,

Her favorite place,

With her pen and her diary.

She still loved longhand writing,

Admired the pen dancing on paper,

To make it look even more beautiful.

Her world was in her diary.

* * *

copyright2014

Captivity

girl_lookingat_moon-j95

Don’t know what you are suffering from,

Leaving who is near you,

You always long for who is far.

No matter how much they try to come close to you,

They land up being at a distance.

You are a riddle, unknown to anyone.

For how long have your eyes not slept?

For how long has your heart not been at peace?

 *

I know, yesterday, you met her again,

You saw her again, the old you.

The one, who was made to look beautiful by the unexplained time.

 *

You have never wavered in your fidelity,

Today repeatedly makes innuendos to forget her.

But you, with a predilection for thinking

And dreaming about her,

Would not understand,

That your escape is never imminent.

* * * 

copyright2014

Untold

untold

How is your selfishness?

You can’t even see whether its day or dark.

*

How is the person inside you?

Although you’ve traveled seven seas,

there is thirst in your heart. 

*

Why is there a noise, still in you?

You left the story incomplete,

with an excuse that you would find peace.

*

Why are you trying to search for yourself?

When you were the one who wanted to get lost in the crowd,

of your favorite strangers.

*

Do you realize?

You fake a smile every time you look at yourself,

pretending to be happy and alive,

even though you sense an uneasiness in the breeze around you.

*

What are you now?

Where did you go?

The moment was like a water bubble,

which was there only for an instance,

—————————————————————

P.S. Find yourself , you’ll get everything you want.

* * *

copyright2013