"Poetry" My hymn.

 My dear Anxiety, Waking up a morning your presence all over me dressed and undressed, Going straight to the school , Wondering all the wonders, What If my friend is not my friend anymore, What If my school gate is closed and I am too late, What If the red brown car just smash me and I am ded to the ground, What If my crush is absent today, What If I get a panic attack in the mid of my math period, What If I am just lost in the crown in a bus, What If my bones get broken and the nerves war with the muscles and the body is dead, BoooooooooM! I didnt get ready to the school yet and all the wonderings are when ANXIETY has dressed over me, Anxiety here , Anxiety there , Anxiety evrywhere my body, Coldness to shiver , Warm to sweat everything bounded with the rays of anxiety, Neverthless what is happening around me dusk and dawn anxiety rose every morning and setting no where in the line of horizon, A plethoric sense of grief and fear and euphoria evolving around me like Earth on its ax...

 And I was tremendous and intolerable to stop the withering mind from realising my existence in few pieces of reckless emotions. It was a spring feeling that never lost its beauty in its essence every time it came for my retrieval. Yes that's it I am talking of the overdosed , the anxiety , the spoiled honey. Yes ,It is a spoiled honey , My dad always used to preach me telling,"Child, You will meet many people in your life , You would have to sacrifice love and care for the people you meet , Some will grab your love and some would ask for it and there is difference in everytime love meets you, and the solution to maintain its mediocrity is to attract good influences along with you as you will never know the bad essence of people in your near and dear life moments" Yes dad, You are right! When my eardrums first got drummed with this preaching it didn't make noises but now it does, not only the ears but the whole trembling nerves that has with held of all the disappoint...

 Now it has become a dream, It is a dream,It is a dream. You belong to my dreams. You own it. I don't want to see you today neither tomorrow nor never. The heart has ached every autumn and spring, every dusk and dawn, every seconds and minutes and gained only "aches".I have got a lot of words to tell you but everything likely ends up with."I miss you,but I don't want to see you". It will and won't change but the ample of times I have cried in the ache counts for every moment. I believe in the love and its rhythms but more that I believe is in the distance that will ever make me enthralled in your presence that's not really.Every day I have stood aside my windows whining at the sun for it has never brought your presence but just ravelling catastrophic thoughts. Maybe all that will remind me is nothing just pause everything. I will never fail to embrace my mind with your thoughts.PERIOD.

I have to go dear, The borders alarmed, Take your arms, Cuddle our children, Tell them dad has gone a voyage, A voyage as a "Saviour". Remember you are strong, You shall beacon my children, Don't you ever make them, Miss their "Pappa", My children have their bodies, Scythed with the blood of the "Saviour". While the lights have gone, Embrace them, with a lie of my presence, While they come back home, Spun their hearts with a poem, As so a poem, As Father is the "Saviour". You shall teach them pain and vain, the sweetness of the sweat of the pangs and toils, Tell them to quench for pride, Awake them to the calls of the archangels, Inject in my children,the blood of the "Saviour". You are the mother of my children, Tell them the essence of love, Entwine their minds with its aroma. The armour of my battle is them, Though Instill in them the goodness of death as that of the "Saviours". I may one day return, With an oeuvre of l...

 I miss you, Restless would be the hands, When I remember of the day, I will get around you. I know I will meet you, What ravels in my mind every moment, Is every time I look at you, That the time and seconds aren't wiser, Instead the trembling thoughts for the only sight, I can never put into words, How I miss you, Crawling around the red knitted bed sheets, Cuddling the cotton pillows, Few drops of water from eye source, Uttering the word I Hope, I will see you one day. Sometimes I am scared for, I didn't know how long will it take, Or, Will you ever be the same, Or, Will you ever smile the same way, Fraught with the spectrum of, "I don't know, how I feel". I want to come there walk past you for, Every time accidently a pair of eyes will meet, I want to stand there some where alone, So you can ask me If we can go on a ride, Along the breeze of the Marina, Singing my favourite song called "Love". I am still the immature who, Will fear your presence besi...