Cold.

I m cold and pained, not because winter has finally encroached the earth And abandoned us of all warmth, but because I cannot stand the hatred for me prevailing in the little hearts of the so called “dear ones”.
I m cold and pained, not because it is midnight and I m still away from my bed and blanket, but because  I realize  now the materiality of the respect I earned.
I m cold and pained, not because I didnt bring a cloak to this half past twelve-walk, but because their love for me was just a joke for them.
I m cold and pained, not because I cannot see a single fire on this lonely road to warm me up, but because I cannot take these fights anymore.
I m cold and pained, not just because I stand here all alone to fear this cold, but because I know..even a new morrow wouldn’t give me the faintest hint , a faintest hope to go through this torture of life ,as I braved it today…

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Radhika Sharma

“To All My Facebook Friends” (2)

Words can be perfect to describe everything in the world, even if they are ironical truths.
Such a great piece of poetry.

Before I Became a Great Writer

Aternatively,
We could unplug ourselves
Off Facebook
And start writing
In journals.
Alternatively,
We could write
Each other letters
And make frequent trips
To the post office.
It will take too much of our time,
Of course, but our correspondence
Will be longer
And the pleasure of conversing
Will be drawn out.
Anyway, a conversation
Via social media
Mediated by computer monitors
And profile photos
Isn’t really much of a
Conversation, is it?
Anyway, I want to see your
Handwriting, feel the strokes
Of your pen with my fingers,
And smell the ink and paper.
You don’t have to write and sound
Like Jane Austen, although that would
Be great, as well.
You can write like a cardiologist,
I wouldn’t mind.
There are nuances in our handwriting,
You know.
Alternatively,
We could lie on roof tops
And gaze at the distant galaxies
And talk about our dreams.
Alternatively,
We could…

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Let us steal a moment out of the ones we lost

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Forever might not be enough for some,

For towards the end of it,

They will crave for a few more moments to come,

So to say…why ask for favours from time if we needn’t must,

When we ourselves can be of some help to us,

By and by we forget those precious moments’ worth and cost,

And then I say,

Let us steal a moment out of the ones we lost.

The moments we lost in our fights,

The ones when we were confronted by terrible sights,

The ones we spent being alone and forlorn,

The ones when in solitude we mourned,

Why can’t we be with them tonight,

And let them tell us we still have all our might.

Just give that moment a chance to lighten up your dark,

Go steal a moment out of the ones you lost.

Remember ,When that night you sat by the lake .

Left out and forgotten, thinking the world to be a fake,

Holding back those terribly translucent tears,

Of agony , of hurt , of fear.

What you do not realize is that there is someone out there ,

Wanting to have a little life’s care,

Who has reached that forever and is desperate to have this moment,

And so you are more than just fortunate to have it for yourself to lent.

Wipe all your tears and give that moment a try of thought,

And let your heart steal a moment out the ones you lost.