I promise

I promise to be there

Even when you are not

I promise to be bare

Even if you have stopped

Especially when you have stopped

I promise to open the door

Everytime you knock

I will always be at the shore

Waiting for you round the clock

Even if you have stopped coming

Specially when you have stopped coming

I promise to cry with you everytime you are sad

I promise to laugh with you whenever I am happy

I promise to stand by you, during everything that is bad

I will always stitch it up, when things get patchy

Even if you stop paying attention

Specially if you stop paying attention

I promise to be me

I promise to never change

I promise these promises

Not in exchange

But because I believe in you and I know 

What all I have gained

From you and from your goodness

From us and our togetherness

I love you for everything that you can’t be

I promise to never push you into something that you can’t be

I promise you to keep all the promises

And whenever I couldn’t

I promise you I will try again

Till I could

Shared with OctPoWriMo  Day 19 Rhyming Verse

Dusk

Waiting for its lover

Sun praying on the beach

Eternal quest to meet

The night in full glory

Hugging the orange hue

Filling its heart with the dancing rays

The union lasts for few moments

Eyes burnt and heart filled

A life spent and a life lived

Shared with Poets United Verse First Half &Half

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Silence

I tried tried and tried

But couldn’t find it

Even in my thoughts

There was no silence

Silence evades me

We sit on opposite sides

We love yet hate each other

Oh how I wish you were with me

But when you were there I never liked you

Now I call you to come to me

But if and when you come

I know I will hate you

My days, my hours, my thoughts

My life, my dreams, my world

filled with sounds and clutter

Sound of incessant laughters

And continuous cries

Noise of continuous tantrums

And hours of endless plays

My home is filled with little steps

My heart is filled with big joys

And my mind is filled with sounds

Sounds I hope are always there

Silence though I wish for

Silence though I know is imminent

But still I hope it escapes me forever

And my home, my heart is forever filled with

Little laughters, 

small prints, 

big noises and 

bigger joys

Shared with OctPoWriMo Day 14 Silence

Alive?

I am free

Free of forms

Forms that bind

Bind to love, life and duties

Duties that are endless

Endless hours and thankless job

Job became I

I was stuck

Stuck in the hours

Hours that flew

Flew but never ended

Ended but were always there

There I was stuck

Stuck in the circle

Circle of life

Life I lived but never did

Did I live?

Live through others was my life

Life that I lived but never did

Did I live?

Live..yes I did but like a dead

Dead I am but alive more than my life

Life that was spent on others

Others whom I left behind

Behind my walls, shelves, racks and death

Death is liberating

Liberating and free

Free I am

Am I dead?

Dead but alive

Alive more than life

Shared with Imaginary garden with real toads # Loop poetry

Naked

Naked in my dreams

Falling through sky

Panting and dry

Running from wolfs

Sitting on a tree

Sinking in fire

Burning in water

I am naked in my dreams

My visions are weird

My lovers are none

My heart is bleeding

And I am running from guns

I cut and I throttle

I cry and I smother

I wear my tears

I live in my fears

And I am naked

Naked in my dreams

My follies are my thoughts

My fiends are my friends

I live in a never land

With bricks and stones to eat

I kick everyone around

And I get kicks

And I am naked

Naked in my dreams

I get on the roof

And look down

Only thing I can see

Is the dark and brown

Of my unknown thoughts

Of my bare soul

Of my stomach pit

Brown and black

Black and grey

Covered in ashes

Smeared in blood

Clenching my teeth

Gritting my guts

Wearing nothing but me

I am naked

Naked in my dreams

Dead in my sleep

Falling and dying

Sinking and running

From me

I don’t know why

I am naked in my dreams

Shared with OctPoWriMo Day#12 Shadows

Writer's note: The prompt suggested we write about our darker sides. My dreams are my darkest side...they always have been. I still call them dreams and not nightmares because I am not scared of them..may be they reflect my negetive mind frame that most of the times I refuse to acknowledge.