Promise | Mehreen Ahmed
I am the promise that cannot be broken.
I am the love that cannot be severed.
I am the dream that will not be realised.
I am the desire that will burn forever.
promise poems
Tears | Gauri Dixit
You cry
I cry too
We both drown the tears in a bottle full of spirits
Waking up to a headache next morning
From morning’s balcony the day looks like a dud
And it does not disappoint
We hardly have any days that are disappointing, don’t we?
We come back to the evening
To cry some more
Drowning our tears in a different bottle of spirits
The brand depends on the day of the month
And it will continue to be that way
Till we wake up in the mornings
And show up to work
To a dud day
Once
For a change
Should we try
Not to cry
We will have no tears to drown
Maybe we will tell each other one happy story (I am sure each of us has at least one)
And sleep
Perhaps we will wake up to a morning
From where the day looks promising
Days have never disappointed us
And I see no reason that they will start now
When I Was New | Joan McNerney
When I was new
and the world was new.
So many roads to wander
under a cerulean sky.
Forbidden fruits to savor,
forbidden lips to taste.
Full of promise, flowers
budding on the vine.
Their perfume covering
my fingertips.
I hurried through each day
alive with my songs.
The moon rose just for me and
stars burned just for me
Every morning brought
sunshine to my window.
Another day filled with wonder
waiting at my doorstep.
Spring was greener then.
When I was new
and the world was new.