In hasraton se kah do kahin aur ja basen,
Itni jagah kahan hai dil-e-dagh-dar mein.
BAHADUR SHAH ZAFAR
Although there may have been many versions of me,
Most of them were lonely.
All I know is that I've wasted all these years looking for something, a sort of trophy I'd get only if I really, really did enough to deserve it. But I don't want it anymore, I want something else now, something warm and sheltering, something I can turn to, regardless of what I do, regardless of who I become. Something that will just be there, always, like tomorrow's sky.
Oh right, there’s supposed to be like, a daily poem going on here or something right? Right. Fine. Whatever. Today’s poem is uh--
Roses are red
Cave Spiders are fangy
I got killed by a bunch of arachnids while procrastinating this doodle
And now I’m really heckin angy
„If I told you about the darkness inside of me would you still look at me like I am the Sun“
" with love, sir, i wish to serve myself some bread before I serve you a course, for I've starved my own hunger, and now I crave anything alive. "
" apologies, for I have been, scared, but aggressively, aggressively scared sir "
" I've washed dirt, and scrubed your basins white, sir, but I must say, your wine stained shirt remains. It commands me to honor it's poetic wrath with reality "
And how she thanked the world, for it's awaited doom, in casual conversations about flowers,
she'd smile at autumn, for death wasn't new to her, but the after...
" Poetic Betrayals " - Astha kesri
You heal me
Yet you scare me all at once
Maybe it’s all things you say
Or what you don’t
Or embalm me
Rest me at my grave
I’m a leaf
And blow me away
I believe you
when you say that you’ll change
You read me
im getting better and worse
do you see it?
do you see me?
So ek roz kya hua, wafa pe behas chhid gai
Main ishq ko amar kahun, wo meri zid se chid gai
Main ishq ka asiir tha, wo ishq ko qafas kahe
Ki umr bhar ke saath ko, wo bad-tar-az-havas kahe.
The more I hoped that we could be together, the farther away you slipped from my grasp.
Forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.
Daily Doc Doodle! This one took about an hour and a half.
The daily poem attached to this one is: Early Frost by Scott Cairn
Full poem under the cut!
This morning the world’s white face reminds us
that life intends to become serious again.
And the same loud birds that all summer long
annoyed us with their high attitudes and chatter
silently line the gibbet of the fence a little stunned,
They look as if they’re waiting for things
to grow worse, but are watching the house,
as if somewhere in their dim memories
they recall something about this abandoned garden
that could save them.
The neighbor’s dog has also learned to wake
without exaggeration. And the neighbor himself
has made it to his car with less noise, starting
the small engine with a kind of reverence. At the window
his wife witnesses this bleak tableau, blinking
her eyes, silent.
I fill the feeders to the top and cart them
to the tree, hurrying back inside
to leave the morning to these ridiculous
birds, who, reminded, find the rough shelters,
bow, and then feed.
Early Frost by Scott Cairn