Good Riddance........

All those bad habits that one has,

That killed the thought to be good.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

All those gossips that would amuse one,

That killed the character of the unknown.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

All those evil thoughts which come with power,

That killed the hint of innocence, which would've stayed if chosen.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

All the smartness that prevents,

In helping the under privileged.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

All the laziness that prevents,

In quest for glory.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

The ability to frown,

At the sight of inability.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

All the betrayal, cowardice, avarice, connivance,

In your quest to be numero uno, in that you know.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

The cowardice that helps one give up,

At the first sight of failure.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

All the materiality that is lost,

In the act of generosity.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

All the things valuable,

For matters which are priceless.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

All the differences,

In matters of the heart, dealing with which is an art.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

All the negatives that cross,

While praying thy lord to sail across.

Would be good riddance, if one tries.

Of what avail is it, when one errs and he cries,

Unless it is for Good riddance he strives.

PPV.

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At the edge

At the edge of anticipation, lie their eyes that flicker for sight

And their minds that won’t rest at night.

At the edge of the fear of rejection, lies the pathway

to the sacred union of hearts, synonymous to happiness.

At the edge of your tongue, lie the answers

to the language of love unspoken as yet. 

At the edge of happiness, lie the two hearts that throb to communicate,

But the words won’t come out.

At the edge of oblivion, lies the result of unuttered words,

If these words don’t come out.

At the edge of sorrow, lie the broken hearts,

If the words never come out.

People say words unspoken are spoken by hearts,

The language of hearts though evident,

Need words to set a precedent.   

On the ledge, lie these words unuttered,

Still in anticipation of someone worthwhile to be spoken to.

Still on the edge, with words unspoken that create a wedge

and destined to stay on the ledge, lies the heart which yet has never felt. 

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The Ghost that became a reality

He was always there among them,

unseen, unheard.

He used to speak to people, his voice went unheard.

They used to go out in groups, he was in all of those,

Yet unseen, unheard.

They played, they made merry, he was there,

Yet, unseen, unheard.

He had an opinion on everything seen and heard,

Yet unseen, unheard.

People used to listen to others as he spoke,

People used to see through him,

Still unseen and unheard.

There was this girl who always used him,

Whom he wanted to be noticed with,

She saw him, he saw her, and then she saw them,

He was forgotten, unseen and unheard,

As she was enticed by everything around him rather than him.

He was alone again and again and again and

Lost hope, yet unseen, unheard,

He cried alone, unseen and unheard.

He felt jailed, and then trailed and then nailed.

And then came an angel right from above,

That he heard and was heard.

Unseen he hoped to others, and seen by her,

She saw the beauty of his invisible heart,   

Heard the naive beats that craved for the companionship of a genuine heart,

At last he was seen and heard.

She fell for him, his humble and genuine intentions.

As she fell, he held her in his arms,

Married her in his heart,

Carried her in his soul for the rest of his life of visibility that she gifted him.

As his sadness vanished,

His tears banished to his memories.

The Ghost became a reality,

As his heart was solicited,

his happiness, felicitated, with a marriage of hearts that owing to his visibility, he celebrated.

So ends the invisibility that to him became invisible,

And his visibility, that was to her noble,

As to her, he was adorable.

This is an inspiration from Season 2, Episode 5 of “Enlightened”, HBO Series. One of my first efforts on poetry that is this long, hope you like it.

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