By Our Daily Poetry Family.
What if this is a sign
That we are more than a religious affiliation
What if she is the one
That I’m meant to be with til the sun goes down
What if we are two stars
Twinkling in an ocean of dull moons
What if it’s just us
What if we are loose balloons,
Just met on same course,
Thinking we tied to destiny,
What if he is a spice,
Just to flavour my life on his way out,
What if am wrong?
What if it was never meant to be,
What if it’s just a trial..
What will happen after we’ve parted ways,
How will it feel to be far away from you,your heart and mind
what if I’m not
wrong but insane
caged into reality,
would life be better than it is,
if insecure is a feeling,
then security is an emotion.
What if he is the reason I stay late at night smilling to myself?
Looking at my screen saver wishing it could talk,
What if he is the one my heart beats for?
Religion is just religious it was there way back
Why should it devide us into two?
Why should there be boundaries between two innocent hearts in love?
What if we did not share blood
What if it was allowed
For us to be
For us to create a we
Just you and I
What if sobriety is just an illusion
To veer us off from the untapped potentials of our minds
What if a blunt gives us the freedom
To really be what we really are
What if this feeling drives off any confusion?
What if we met and kissed in the rain?
What if we were in deep love that we walked on fire and felt no pain?
What if Romeo resurrected and fell in love all over again?
What if love died,would you learn how to love like Wayne?
What if death was just a charade,
A mere story,
A boogeyman’s tale told to humans,
To ward off their immortality,
To drain away their sobriety,
Wait, what if I’m bored in life,
Would it about me?
What if this is the fate spoken of
What if we complete each other purposefully
What if there’s more to sparkles of our romance
Why not give me the chance to explore the what if’s
Am dying for love
Will you give me the cure
Or will you make love seems wicked.
And if I am gone,
Let their be no sadness in thy heart.
What if I sing to your heart,
Then let my fingers string the chords of your being
What if I revive the feeling
Will we take one more drive on the road of ecstasy?
Why if I love the blindness covering my eyes?
It keeps you behind my head on top of my eyes
be my leader be my walking stick
why if I am also dying inside only because tradition says we cannot be together?
Why if I want you more than you do?
If you were born a question you would die that way because no one can equal you. If you agree with me let’s agree to no more ifs
So you are the poet…
A sought after artist,
A musician with the voice to die for,
One after Picasso’s own heart,
A lyricist that gives words to all tunes…
So you are all of these and maybe more,
Well,that’s great of you!
So this fine bright morning,
With a happy soul you rise up,
With a cheerful heart you awake,
A warm smile spreading on your lips,
And with your head already in the game,
You are ready to face the day,
To conquer and rule,
To set the pace all will scramble to follow,
You then set the ball rolling.
But all that you planned,
All that you had set up,
Just like a house of cards,
Like perfectly arranged dominoes,
Right before your eyes!
What if you lose your charisma,
Your outlook for the world changes,
Your response to the world offsets you,
And in the charade of it all,
You realize you just lost it…
Lost all that made you sane,
Lost all that kept you grounded…
What if you lost yourself?
Your words keep you sane,
Your voice adds beauty to you,
Your paint and canvas tell of your life,
The dance steps talk of your feelings,
All these art show of your humanity,
Show of your emotion,
But with a snap of a finger,
With a shake of a lamb’s tail,
You just lost it…
Lost it all.
What if one day you lost yourself,
In this big wide sea you are set afloat,
Sinking and floating with the high and low tides,
Being carried in the ever turning tornado,
And in the midst of it all,
Its the peace found in the eye that you seek,
And despite it all…
Its the peace in the storm that you yearn.
What if you lost all that makes you sane,
In this world full of ravaging storms,
Will you fight to remain sane,
Will you fight to find your words,
Your dance steps…
Your unsung lyrics…
Or will you fade away,
Absorbed and swallowed with the world,
To be forgotten and be written off,
Completely erased from the books of history,
That are presently being written in your memory!
What if you lost you,
Will you remain lost?
ODP Night Musings
A Poetry Thread