Gemini

The light flickers often now,
From me to you and again.
It soothes me strangely,
And leave you to feel bizarre.

Am I out of my mind?
Or was I ever alone inside!

What is this high,
Like I can swim across an ocean,
And what was that low,
When I hit hard at the rock bottom.

You and I,
Me and you,

No,
me and me.

Due date

The due date for a happy poem is here,
Yet, I couldn't write one
The loops of sombre thoughts,
In my cosmic head.
The pain that clicks in,
With every beat of my heart.
 The air around me,
That chokes torpidly.
The hard shell of glass,
 That desperately needs a crack...

The due date for a happy poem is here,
and I am helpless.

And when you leave...

I shall play Lord Huron's,
"Take me back to the night we met",
But I don't want your heart to be heavy,
Let alone mine.

 In this paradox,
While longing and letting go,
I'm as joyous as sorrowful,
And as broken as a whole.

 Like the perpetual waves,
That comes again and again,
When you leave,
You visit my heart relentlessly.

 ....................................

 "Take me back to the night we met."

Us

We were two pieces of the brightest star,
That fell on earth.
We burned together gloriously,
We gave light to the valley of red flowers,
We were too brilliant to the lame candles,
 We were the aura of many night skies,
We broke the midnight's sorrow,
 Then we were pushed to poles

Where the cold devoured us.
 And we died together,

 With our cores still burning with memories.

further thoughts from Uyare

Under many important things "Uyare" portrayed, I couldn't help contemplating about the alarming relavance of proper parenting as a sustainable solution to many social issues.

We can endlessly talk about toxic relationships but to comprehend deeply on how or from where the toxicity emerges in a personality should be discussed. The initial seeds of 'toxicity' are sown in a child by broken homes and poor parenting. The irrational pressure on scoring marks taking account of the unhealthy competitions entertained by our destitute educational systems which need improvisations should not weigh more.

Children should be brought up with moral values and as kind humans. They should be enthusiastic about the ethos and pathos of everything being taught. Children should fall in love with reading and the warm stories told by grandparents that engender goodness inside.

Education should not be only about scoring 100 out of 100 on environmental studies but to feel the conscience questioning everytime you buy a plastic cover or see a tree getting chopped off.

Parenting is a highly responsible and very important task as you raise a human who have the potential to create an impact on many things and influence millions. To envision a better world of goodness and love, we must raise the children likely.

Let them grow as humans who doesn't cast metes of hatred on the grounds of gender, race, religion, nationality, ethinicity or sexual orientations. Let their wide hearts be filled with love and acceptance.

And let them be 'non-toxic'. 

❤️

The ending.

A lame string of unreal texts.
An empty call.
Words that comes under encouragement,
But actually under soffocatives.
 Hopeful words and empathy,
 And how pointless they're!
 Everything was ending,
 Though it was tiresome,
 Like slow painful death.

Your small sunkissed hair strands on mornings,
Your lazy smile filled with all the love
In the world,
Your skin that reminds me of everything
Beautiful my eyes ever saw,
Your scent that was left back takes me a million miles towards you.

How will I make my heart forget,
The way it felt when you kissed me.
How can I unlove,
 when loving you was the only thing I loved.

 My pen remembers you in poems,
 My eyes remember you in starry skies,
 My mouth remembers the taste of your soul,
 My palms remember the warmth of your hands,

And the broken pieces of my heart,
They chose to live with you.