Young Writers Society

Entry 11:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Make Believe



For once in our life.
We had a moment to hold,
to make a difference,
a story to unfold,
a truth to reveal,
a lesson to be learned
from the mistakes we made.
The secrets and lies,
and the words unsaid.

Wasting precious tears,
for those who never loved,
and for those who'll never care.
Fighting back the fear,
of what if they leave us?
Alone and halfway, in times unfair.

Maybe they had promised,
that they'll be with us all through.
All ups and downs, in depressed times,
to face circumstances so harsh, untrue.

But promises were never meant to be kept.
And we're left with our heart badly broken.
For they were mere words, with little hint of heart.
So fake, when they were spoken.

All so sudden, we found that we are
in the middle of nowhere,
and reality hits hard.
But maybe that’s the right time,
for a brand new start.

So, keep on saying
to yourself, you're not heart, no, you're not.
You're just been playing,
or being foolishly over smart.

'Cause this little lie will bring you the faith
of starting all over again, on your own.
You need no help, no, you don't.

So what, you're alone?
So what, you don't have friend?
Or, someone to love?
You'll survive, it’s not the end.

Believe in your own, or
even if it’s impossible, just make believe.
You're not a loser, you're only waiting
for your chance, for a reason to live.

Dream for yourself,
'cause they are not only meant for sleeping.
Wish for yourself,
'cause they might come true if you don’t stop believing.
Love yourself,
it’s not always others showing you how.
Live for yourself,
what if others don't need you now?

Or better if you've got somebody
who loves, cares and lives for you.
Don't ever let them go.
For diamonds they are, who make your life aglow.

Sadness, happiness, stays and goes.
But memories never fade, even when time flows.
Don't hold on to time, just let it go.
You too, would have the time of your life
just make believe, and don't stop believing so.

Entry 12:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Behind The Cloud Of Dreams.



Behind the cloud of dreams.
There’s a smiling face.
And on her moon like face, are
streams of black silk flowing down
her rosy cheeks.

Behind the cloud of dreams.
A meeting.
An exquisite moment.
The still water of the lake.
A bird chirruping on the tree.
Blooming buds in the garden.
Soft words off her beautiful lips.

Behind the cloud of dreams.
A yellowish afternoon.
In the accent of the coolness of iron.
A broken mirror; flying pieces of papers.
Blurring of a bewitching sight.
Tears shining like a pearl on her eyelids.
Deep silence; noisy wind.
Behind the cloud of dreams.

Entry 13:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Forever Here



I know you're gone,
but these eyes search for yours in the rest.
This heart thumps in cadence of your memory.
These hands reach out for you even in void.
But my brain pokes in to tell me,
he’s gone.

I strife between my emotions and intellect.
They both are mine and I trust them.
But it makes no sense to agree to both.
I'm strangled in between them,
and I retire into the night's darkness.

A sublime form of him meets me in my vision.
I'm contented and rejuvenated,
and I smile as I realize.
Both the thoughts are correct.
He is gone but he’s forever here to stay.

Entry 14:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

A Masterpiece


A masterpiece, crafted by
the hands of a prolific artist.
Every curve, every arch placed with grace.
Made, with no mistakes.

I am a masterpiece.
But not everyone will understand or embrace.
Some will walk by not taking even a glance.
Unable to see the beauty my artist placed in me.

Others will admire, stand awhile and stare.
But will be unable to truly appreciate
the completed work that they see.

Some will want to own me,
just to show off my artistry.
To be able to say they obtained a rare piece.
But never able to grasp
the meaning behind the work
that went into creating me.

But there will be ones
that gaze in amazement and admiration.
Unable to take their eyes off the art they see.
I will capture his soul,
speak to his heart and be placed at his side.
He will truly see the piece of work that is ME.

Entry 15:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Me, And My Vagrancy.


I have been wandering since a long time now
Companions. Me, and my vagrancy.
None of the travelers are my beloved.
And none of the wandering eyes are clement.
Where do we go now? Me, and my vagrancy.

I was not always a waste, like I’m now.
I also used to be happy and I miss those times.
I was unperturbed. I was free.
In the game of life, it played such a move.
I was blown out and my heart was rekindled.
We burnt my home with the fire. Me, and my vagrancy.

Once I met a maiden.
Her beauty, greater than the setting sun.
My heart spoke to me, that she was my destiny.
Then one day she was lost in time.
And I promised to myself that
We would bring her back. Me, and my vagrancy.

It was my heart, that it had to bear it all.
The things which she had said to me.
Nothing much is now left to say.
It had all drowned, in the ocean of teardrops.
When she had said that, I was now dead for her.
Now we think of her all night. Me, and my vagrancy.

Entry 16:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Me, And My Vagrancy. Part 2.


Why should I carry the burden of this pain anymore?
Why should I burn my heart in her thoughts anymore?
Why should I waste my tears all night anymore?
Why should I destroy my life myself anymore?
We shall find a maiden so dear
who does not have torture as her passion.
We shall be efficacious at last. Me, and my vagrancy.

It's a remnant of my weakness
eventually it all causes infliction.
All the paths lead to nowhere and
I am left with no more remedies.
It's a game of fate.
Darkness has started to embark me.
We are inefficient now. Me, and my vagrancy.

When she was by my side, I used
to ride with panache all over town.
Now what can I possibly do?
If she is along then I am complete and
without her I am like a galaxy without stars.
Amateur and vehement. Me, and my vagrancy.

Entry 17:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Flowers Of Pain


The flowers of pain bloom are
eventually are blown away with time.
However deep a wound may be
it gets filled up in a few days.

Everyone has abandoned, the
vista of the beautiful arches and
we ourselves pass by it every day,
quietly with our heads bowed down.

A labyrinth of thoughts blocks my way
If it asks me where do I intend to go?
I do not have an answer to this question
because, I am tangled between my sentiments.

A soft and well cultured voice but
all of this politeness it bares is
washed away with the first rain
of the divine monsoon.

Entry 18:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Flowers



In my heart, I can smell
the flowers of hope and desire.
But flowers of blood are
about to bloom on some eyelids.

I remember those talks
word by word.
But I am still picking up the
flowers of those conversations.

Are flowers being
torn to pieces? Or is
it some kind of a voice?

In my ears, the sweet
and sensual voice still echoes.

On the tip of every thorn
you can find, the color of my blood.
In the wilderness you can find,
my flower of pursuance, everywhere.

Those who were excited
about the flower of love.
Now they are left with
nothing but, flowers of rue.

Entry 19:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Vagabond


People keep on wandering,
in the forest of pain.
They bear every pain in their lives.
Can they be more ridiculous?

I watch it all happen, as they play in fire.
The world has won and the people,
have lost.
They want to be congruent, with
the harmonies of their breath,
but they fail to.

Why people are given dreams
instead of bread, in this city?

Let the people of the city think,
I am just a vagabond, passing by.

Entry 20:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

There's something missing in every happiness


There’s something missing
in every happiness of life.
There’s a bit of sadness
in every laughing eye.

The day was as quiet as a grave.
And the night’s nerves had collapsed.

To whom do I listen?
There’s a conflict between
the heart and mind, again.

Was it a dream? Or, a
thought full of filth?

Eyelids carry dust on them
as the heavens on Atlas’s shoulder.

Why did I share my secrets?
Now it’s a sensation in the city.

My anguish has turned to ashes
but the fire is still buried underneath.

Entry 21:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Before She Left


She left me with good signs.
And, some evergreen memories
which I would never forget.

I never thought that I would get
anything in return for my love.
And it seems as if, her sorrows
were also like a favor to my life.

She took my breath and soul
along with her, leaving nothing
but a mind full of thoughts
which is in war with itself.

Well, I was left thirsty, but
She was kind enough to
water my craving eyes,
before she left.

Entry 22:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

If You Come To Me


Silent coast of a river.
A full moon in the night sky.
I wish this to happen,
if you come to me.

Gathering of angels.
The air chanting your name.
I wish this to happen,
if you come to me.

The soft, cold and cozy breeze
passes through your place and
steals your aroma and brings it along.
I wish this to happen.

When the roads be empty.
No ones accompanying me.
I wish this to happen,
if you come to me.

The clouds burst down on earth.
Your heart be as impatient
for our meeting as mine.
I wish this to happen.

There would be just me
and my loneliness.
Love would engulf us both.
If you come to me.

Entry 23:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Till The End Of Time


Thousand people fall in love,
thousands like and hates this love.
But love for me is something true.

Something thats just me and you.
Love is in the air, is what they say;
Love makes this world go round, yes, it may;
But love for me is a bond between us,
That grows stronger every day.

Love is craziness, love is joy,
It can make life, it can destroy.
A ray of hope that brings a glow
to our life, a feeling to show
that you'll be there, in times of need
if not in presence, but in prayers instead.

Love for me is finding you
like its the start of something new.
Seeing you in my dream,
name you in my song,
being in your thoughts,
its where I belong.

Love for me is, holding your hand
on a slippery road, on the rough sand.
Love for me is, walking together in the rain
on a busy street, in an lonely lane.

Love for me is, a silly fight
between me and you,
when no one is right.

Love for me is, waiting for your call
just to listen to your voice ,
remembering every conversation,
no matter how small.

Love for me is, lying awake
in the middle of the night,
thinking of you and
your smile so bright.

Love for me is, sitting by the riverside,
both in silence, just watching our feet
being washed by the tide.

Love for me is, falling in love with you every time.
In my today, tomorrow and till the end of time.

Entry 24:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

Path Of Life



Why was I let down by
myself in the path of life?
Our closeness was the
reason that broke us apart.

It doesn’t mean that
there’s no happiness in life.
But this life is not what I deserve,
Why did I accept its decisions?

When I found you it felt like I had lost you,
I cried on my heart and it cried on me,
Dreams fell from my eyes and were shattered.

Entry 25:Ehte's NaPo Journal.

I should forget



I should forget, that’s the only possibility
But even if I try to forget
I am not able to do so
Because you are reality
not an abstract dream

Those thoughts which were
never transformed to speech
Those things that I wanted to say
but they never came out as words

I can even remember those
memories which never ever happened

Those endless talks at the riverside
which made the moon glow brighter
The heavenly feel at every
touch of your silk like skin
Those beautiful blue eyes like
a pearl possessing the glow
of a thousand suns

But even if I try to forget
I am not able to do so
Because you are reality
not some abstract dream