It is our special world
Wow, the first throw! Awesome
First step…I feel the tears.
First word …, a treat is due.
First unbuttoning, a hug for sure.
Hey! Your son can’t tie laces at eight!
So what, he can wear them by his own at least
“Mumma can I hug you?”
Was all he said.And I share it with the world..
People may think, I am crazy..
When I share everything that he does.
But that’s our special world.
We know how to celebrate every little success.
Years later,the things have not changed much.
It is just that,we have exchanged our places.
My trembling hands are held in his firm hands.
I ask for a hug and I get it too.
He shares my achievements on his Insta posts,
And often he treats me to sumptuous toasts.
I live for him and he lives for me,
And holding hands,We cross troubles and their far-stretched sea.
Malice was not Alice. She was her evil twin. Malevolent Land was not Wonderland. It was its opposite. Malice loved watching Maleficent. The Disney movie. Malice was basically a bundle of Energy but of the wrong kind, negative, destructive etc. We know that there is only one way to defeat Malice, Energy gone sour. That is by wrapping it up in Matter and dispersing it through the universe so it no longer has any power, being broken up into a million, discrete particles that can never be assembled together again. The three wizards, Sane Matter, Gray Matter, and Had Matter thus had a wizard’s cohort to decide how to put paid to the budding threat that was Malice and her Malevolent Land where fishes walked on land, birds swam, amphibians flew and animals talked. Everything there was ulta pulta, but with dark energy pulsing through it, or else it would have been fascinating like Wonderland. Sane Matter said – let me wrap her in my embrace. Gray Matter said – don’t forget to dissolve her land into the ether. Had Matter, the most powerful of the three, who had once been Matter but was now anti-matter, said – I can put the finishing touch to the ‘matter’ at hand, but I will then be turned into Mad Hatter. They destroyed Malice in Malevolent Land but Had Matter became Mad Hatter in the process and now only two wizards are left to guard the earth with Matter, using E=Mc2, from Energy if it runs amok again.
And thus was it put paid to, for the time being, the Tao of Malice.
I don't think I love you anymore Whatever love was there, Has been killed, torn into Nothingness, by your own will And now I keep gaping at clouds Wondering about when Shall they rain on me The dew drops of Death's Longing for me!
I don't think I love you anymore, As, The number of times that you Have hurt me Have reached their limits And I guess I am fed up with everything!
My aim on Earth is now of No purpose And I would ask you To pray, together with me, For the skies to hear That I seek my freedom From the soils of Earth!
But still, I hate you not And I resent you not As in essence I am made to be un-loveable, Diseased and dark, Living in reclusion and shadows And aware that my peace Lies in the arms of Death!
I don't think I love you anymore And if it be so I guess it must be God's will Acting over me As He paints in me Life, as He chooses it to be for me And maybe The pain that I feel Is merely a way to allow me To be cleansed of my negative Karmic energy!
I don't think I love you anymore And I know you must be relieved As you never could love me back Since I am A damaged doll Having had my pieces sewn here and there And stitched in other places, trying to make Myself look as glamorous as would be A new one on the market!
I seek to find my peace, And I hope to find it in something Other than in penning poetry, As, I had thought I could see it you But then, You made it clear that you are not That which I thought you were!
I don't think I love you anymore The world is vast, Even if it is dying And as long as the Gods Would will me to live I guess I shall find enough Space for myself as not to bother you And make you feel my presence around!
It's the end of the world And I would happily Trade in my life With anyone afflicted Who still have dreams And goals To accomplish As For me This world has failed To prove That it has anything Credible and worthwhile About it !
It's the end of the world People are dying by the Thousands As if they were bees Being fumigated in crop fields Or Ants being flooded With hot and boiling water!
Yet, Our human instinct Pushes us to cling on to Living in denied truth; This world is and will never be Of any use to us!
We live it as if we were fools Choosing to indulge in its pleasures While they stealthily lead us To our decrepit And then Someday We just feel the breath blow itself Out of us And we get pushed somewhere else Unable to even find some Strength to look back at what We are leaving behind!
It's the end of the world And I have seen through its games I care not to prove myself to it As it has failed to prove itself to me It's the end of the world And I would happily trade in my life With anyone afflicted Who still has dreams and goals To accomplish here!
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