I was a coward

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Almost after a month, here's something that emotion's distaste snickered me. Sharing a page off The Green Diary.

"I was a coward; I gazed at you without your knowledge. I was a coward to let open my heart.


I was a coward when I wrote poems. Poems that sang love. I was a coward to tell the truth directly.


I was a coward when I said its you. I got silent meanwhile. I was a coward fearing you may reject me.


I was a coward to lips 'I love you'. I was worried if you may kill our friendship. I was a coward not to be

with you.


I was a coward & spoke in broken syllables. I never knew you would propose me. I was a coward

surrendered to happiness.


I was a coward not to text you. I feared your father may know about up. I was a coward to lose you.


I was a coward to speak in Odia. I didn't want people to know I'm dis linguistic. I was coward to be

different from you.


I was a coward when I suppressed my heart. Your father had disallowed talking with me. I was a coward

to end our love.


I was a coward when I asked to break up. When you called crying your troubles. I was a coward not to

see you in distress.


I was a coward when I said "I'll wait for you no matter what it takes". When you were crying. I was a

coward as I knew I'll never get someone like you.


I was a coward when I waited for 8 odd months. I kept praying for you. I was a coward to stop the belief

in my devotion.


I was a coward when I masked my sorrow. When after an year we talked. I was a coward not to cry.


I was a coward when I cried. When you said all that happened just because of me. I was a coward to

suspend my breath.


I was a coward when I took smoking. I wanted to evade you from my heart. I was a coward not to

breathe the separation.


I was a coward to abuse you. I knew you wouldn't ever hate me. I was a coward to end it up my side.


I was a coward when I drove back to you. When you told you spilled blood with cough. I was a coward

for my own instinct.


I was a coward to wish you on your birthday. I was stabbing my own heart a hundred times. I was a

coward to talk to you again.


I was a coward when I stood by you when someone failed his promises and ditched you. I knew you

would tumble to depression. I was a coward to see you in tears again.


I was a coward to bring you an amulet. When you said somethings wrong. I was a coward to see your

dreams breathe reality.


I was a coward to kill myself. When after so much of kindness you said I'm a coward. I'm a coward to

stop my beats that beat for you.


I was a coward to this up in my diary. For someday I could show how it felt. I'm a coward to induce you

my suffocation.


I'll be a coward as I wont talk to you, wont pray for you, wont think of you. I wont believe on you too. I'll

be a coward disbelieving my belief, that blindness for you."

The Prophecies of a Startled Soul

Into the Poem: The Poem is about a girl’s love for her beloved. Forsaken by the curse of religion, She agonizes the distance between them and hopes for the return of love in her life.

Poem:
The cult of dreams have manifested over the distant distance,

As he walks along towards my deep shadow,

The moment I’ve been waiting for,

With love I’ve been waiting for.

The mistful journey over the distant horizon,

Have freezed to the fragments of time,

And crawling on parts of my mind.

The deep buried hopes pop out from the grave of loneliness.

The glare of his eyes still alienate my pulse,

It’s the sweet converse; I’ve been waiting for,

With love, I’ve been waiting for.

The Dispatched destiny opens up alike an awakening bud,

The oracle of love still swims my heart,

As the zenith of disgust is torn apart.

Down went his eyes, towards my lips,

And his lips, it moved, to greet a smile,

The forgotten smile, I’ve been waiting for,

My sterile womb of life, was impregnated with love,

The potion of love, I’ve been waiting for.

He said “I love, but I can’t”.

And stabbed my ribs, against all that I want.

For we have crossed the mistaken meridian,

And walked over the green mile of silence,

The dreadful silence, I’ve been hating for,

It’s his love, I’ve been waiting for.

The loop of mutiny and the contrastive religion,

Conceive my mind, and bury the seeds of discord.

Love me my Dear, and hold my hand against all odd.

Why this religion? Why this sea of detachment?

My wet eyes burn for touch of cloth of your love,

The touch of love, I’ve been waiting for.

With love, I’ve been waiting for.

I hate this religion that built a wall.

For I know I can’t change the moving winds.

But can adjust my sail, to reach you, my destination.

PS: I had a crazy dream about this situation, So wrote this poem along a Girl's perspective. :)

                                                            

                                                                                                                  -Rukshan Ur Rahman

Enslaven Dreams

Into The Poem:
I'm back with my new poem titled "Enslaven Dreams", a VALENTINE's DAY special. Its just a simple analogy of passionate and deep expression of romance. Genuinely, its my perfect dedication meant for the one. Romance is what its all about. A portrait of the poet's imagination of love. If worth appealing, Don't forget to leave a comment.

Poem:
The thrift of pain and the lethal stain,

The lone of heart have escaped the vent,

For the lambent stars down the roasted night,

Infer the blaze of my beloveds eyes.

And the genial breeze insights a feel and reminds your touch.

For those mildest hugs cleanse my core off its settled dust.

I Remember that walk about the empty road,

And twiddle of thumbs while embracing our arms.

Our euphonic whispers memoired the mute verses of love.

And novelty of which strikes a beat alike a craven dusk.

I remember the kiss on your flaccid cheek.

For it was a momentus gift to my frozen lips.

For some moment were plagued with loathsome lone,

But the winds have changed, the dark clouds have gone.

The seventh heaven seems down, to the feet of our love.

Imprinting our steps over the beach of life, is all that's left.

The feathers shall fly, all daggers drawn shall meet the sun.

The world will envy the twine paired rose, petals of which shadow you and I !

The mole of dreams have met their fate,

The morn of the blurred future has thus arrived.

For now I sense your lips moistening  mine,

And the coze of your arms, amidst this alluring time.

The warmth of your crust ignites a humble shake,

And the aural eyes enslave the soul and wrench it tight.

The night has unraveled the missing blend,

For the courtyards that wait us with fragrant jasmine twigs.

Leash me to your beats, for a moment I feel you.

Cage me, somewhere deep in your arms,

For I’ve no where to go, With no cynic stream to flow.

Your love is my blood, Your love is all I know.
                                                                                                        
                                                                                                       -Rukshan Ur Rahman