Muslin

Soft and light weight

The cotton threads interwined,

Preparing something strong and reliable,

I hope it lasts longer than

I think it will.

P.S. – The design was something I doodled keeping this composition in mind.

© Meloheart

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Deceiving

How am I suppose to say?

We are done,

We are not right together,

When all I see is your love,

The way you feel and care,

All the happiness you share unconditionally,

I couldn’t ask you to leave,

So I said the future is unknown,

Yet I will wait for you,

Make your choice, select the one

Someone who you can laugh with,

Share all your grief and be yourself

Who keeps you and family together,

Somebody perfect for you-

Hoping secretly, thinking of what could be.

©Meloheart

Stillness

Why do I feel that our lives

Have turned so still?

Is it me, or you

Who has lost the thrill?

P.S. – My blog was on hiatus for the past few months, because I was facing a writers block and travelling back and forth from University town to my native city which takes 17 hours for documents. I think my dreams will finally come true.

River and the tree

Flowing peacefully and maintaining

it’s smooth pace,

Never does the river stop to greet

Only during fall, it trials down lightly,

Moving in a slow pace it notices the tree.

The one and only who waits for her every year,

The tree can do nothing but watch her flow,

He is patient, he knows her route

recounting each story –

The memories of storms and rolling rocks,

she collects through the year,

As the dry winter passes away,

Her undercurrents get fiercer

The river turns unstable again,

But the tree manages to stay there for her.

Your crush

Dear sisters,

I know it’s difficult to forget him, the one person with whom you are not in love with; but who is your perfect match. The man who made you happiest and let butterflies stir inside your stomach on your first meeting. Who made you smile throughout the date. The face from which you couldn’t glance away, someone you kept on staring the whole time you sat there.

Yes, I know you have got a crush on him and want to talk to him. But did he tell you how grateful, he is because of the time you spent there or that he is glad to have met you. Did he complement on your looks or your conversational style or any of your features. If not my dear girls its time to move one from this guy.

Remember girls have got more options than boys because the population of females is much less as compared to that of males in India. The guy might not be really interested in you. The reasons for which will be forever unknown. You might have spend days thinking about him, for him you could be a wink away from being dissolved into a far memory.

Well we can be happy by thinking that he was intimidated by your presence or he knew instantly that you are of a higher league, somewhere he wouldn’t be able to reach mentally.

Lovingly yours,

Meloheart

Masks

Masks we all love to wear,

Putting on masks,

Blue ,red or green –

Wearing a masks which is pink,

We would like to preen

It is a bit of show-romance

You see, might even make you blush

The blue masks show happiness,

Whereas red are an epitome of anger.

Deceiving people is what we want,

Black masks to make others fear

And white proving your innocence,

But grey are the ones,

You would stay away from;

Wiggling their way through,

They break upon walls, barricading your heart,

Shattered yet at peace, intriguing though terrifying.

Holding a charade, they are wily

Make you dream of wistful emotions,

These mixture of black and white,

They show they could be real;

Baffled as they are with their nature,

Little do they know, what they have is true.

Putting on a yellow mask,

You see friendly faces filled with glee,

A green one showing you the boorish,

Caressing the jealous talons;

All I ask is why do we even wear this?

When all our emotions can be real,

Why can we not be our true selves?

©meloheart

Jar of Empty Promises

I lay down late on my bed and reminisce,

Trying to remember the jar that you gifted,

There were times when I trusted every word;

Every syllable that came out your silver tongue,

Your words were like my balm

You could make me the queen of stars,

Let me own a bungalow in the moon-

I would believe it all, trust you with my being

The sudden irony of our situation hit hard,

Brought me back to earth;

My head hit the ground hard and I couldn’t breath,

The ache of my heart took long to dissolve,

Merely wished you to be true, when you were just a dream;

The jar filled with promises was empty.