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Distant Dream

a tiny spark

a tiny spark

 Slumped not slayed
Hope’s distant dream
That tiny spark’s
Still alive in me…

©Sherin 2014

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And now I KNOW

Now I KNOW.
That life is not him.

Now I know I was not wrong.
Now I know love lives.

Somewhere inside.
Somewhere hidden.

Now I know I’ll still wait,
for that moment when
the thread unravels.

©Sherin 2014

YOU

 

You make me cry
You make me smile.
You make me believe
The words you spill out

It moves my heart
It overwhelms my soul
When you so thoughtlessly shrug
And don’t even know!

_ Sherin

Words and Deeds

       “By the words they say
        And the deeds  they do
        They seem so different,
        They seem so two.
Truly feel confused and left out when people,all kinds and everywhere, put on the mask of duplicity. It hurts when one’s naive trust is so abused and trampled on. Oh no, not for me are the grave misdeeds but rather the tiny breaks n cracks that amount to a lot.

It feels worse when its people who you have gradually become close to. I naively believe, as a first reaction, that “what I see is what I get”, Though the fact or reality is to the contrary. People say something  but they rarely mean it literally. it breaks my heart so. Though I practically n intellectually know that I should just let it be. This is the the world, this is life (no matter who the people are- friends or “believers”)
Nay, I am not saying I am the best or that I have no mask, I have. Many masks. Its just that time and again  I tire and grow weary of it. Though this I will say to my defense that I wear my masks to protect me. I wish I didn’t have to. I so wish I was born into a world of love and trust.

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Summer Skies

Did it rain? Did it pour?

Did the skies tonight roar?

Was I immune? Seemed it mundane?

When tonight the summer squall called

 

It simmered, it roared

Thundering with-out called

Lightning struck, temperatures dropped

When tonight, the summer skies knocked

MoodSwings

Image

 

Was it you? Is it me?
The channels of communication that used to be.
The sulking and the chattering,
The joyous smiles that shimmered in.
 
Where did they go?
When did they go?
The rollercoastin hormones,
The swinging PMS
 
Wishing they’d disappear
To make life clear
When is normal? What is normal?
Did I ever know? Or did you? 
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