Crush(ed) - Chapter 2

Tightly I tie the strings up on the ceiling fan;
No space for any mistake, this is the day,
Standing up on a stool, I wonder. Can I? I CAN;
A perfect end of panic, heartache and dismay.
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With a slight smile on my face, I rise from this world;
Suddenly the ceiling fan falls, and I drop with it,
Shocked and scared, my mind untwirled;
My mind confused, struck by the divine light, LIT.
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Has Lord given me a second chance or is it just a coincidence?
Have I survived my fear or am I lost in infinite dilemma?
Remorse hit me hard, have I lost myself for pence?
Regaining my strength, I have to relive my diligence.
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Realizing my act, I find my lost will power;
Feeling sick in my pit, I decide to just let it go,
My body is brimming with faith, hatred drained with the shower;
A new me, a new reason to live, drowning my past in the Po.
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Finally moving out of my house into the free breeze;
I missed this weather and the freedom I hold now,
Not caring at all but hoping love will come bending on its knees;
FAITH and HOPE survived through the storm, to my presence they bow.
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Lost in my thoughts, walking down the street;
BANG!! I fall on the floor with the most distracting thud.
Surprisingly the most beautiful person, charming face and perfect feet;
Captivated by his gorgeously deep eyes, I forget I have plunged in the mud.
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Am I falling in love again or is this a part of an angelic dream;
I am so mesmerized by his smile and his tone is so sweet,
My heart is reaching out to him; I guess we are flowing in the same stream;
Breakup, falling fan, and the heartache I guess we were destined to meet. 

(Never let anything break you so bad that you forget to love and adore yourself, life is 
a beautiful and precious journey, don’t waste it, invest in it)

Sneha Suyal

CRUSH(ed)...

Crush(ed)...

Pebbles splashing the warm water of the sea...
Wind blowing through his thick long hair.
Moon shining brightly, acting like an emcee...
Looks so smashing, eyes like shallow Eyre.

A single glare and I was on cloud nine...
A step closer and my head was dumbstruck.
An aura so refined and a face full of shine...
Every time I see him, I smile like a schmuck.

Is this love or am I loosing my senses...
Will he ever notice me or will I remain a mist.
This train of thoughts drive my heart through fences...
Absorbing the pain,hopes hit by the gruesome schist.

Holding myself together, managing it somehow...
I go back to my dull grey life, sunk in this treachery.
Thrashed will, pain dug deep, lost hope of being a Frau...
I prefer the lap of death, rather than witnessing his lechery.

Loving him, knowing that he wasn't even near to perfect...
Living a fake reality, of he, being a good person deep inside.
A small node, a smile, all it took to make my heart skip a beat...
But never expected him to ignore me and take someone else for a ride.

Only way out, to dilute this pain is a life on stash...
A mild attempt to relive the moments in a flashback.
Mind slowing down; life groped with devilish trash...
Pity and sympathy chocked me; I can hardly shack.

Off a roof top or is it fan's turn, I wonder...
Is LOVE a crime, or was I victimized.
Why did I fell so hard,why was all of this a blunder...
It's tough to breathe, lost in numbness mystified.

                                                                         (to be continued...)



                                                                                                                                  -Sneha Suyal

"CHANGE"

Finding truth in the most obvious lie;

Seeking happiness in the mobbish pry.

Observing every inch of every prudent being;

Finding good-will in every redemptive freeing.

Killing the devil inside, rectifying the breeding;

Evolving from the dead, higher conscious seeding.

Perspectives alter the harbor of thoughts;

Molding the prominent anchorage of the lots.

Magnitude of strength rising with every fall;

Scrutiny bestowed upon my grieving call.

World is brimmed with infected nests;

Cleaning them, even if, it pesters the lest.

Moved by the havoc forged in every apocalypse;

Aggravated by greediness of the politics.

We bring change with every conspicuous move;

Taken back by adversity but driven by behoove.

Change is ME; I will make it evident;

In an attempt to save my soul from this profound negligence.

                                                                                                              -Sneha Suyal