Seeking Daylight ❤️‍🩹

A girl sitting on the first bench and Waiting for the
   END..-----
Writing something maybe a poem to someone she used to call a friend.

Sitting and shivering was all that the viewers could see ,
But there I found a face,
Which was begging for small talk with even a lifeless tree.

She was listening to something called---
' Driver's Licence ', Though
her SOUL was disappearing
The cause --- perhaps silence...

No reason But ♾️
I could feel the pain she was going through ,
Felt like the soul is Old ,
Only the body is New.

I wanted to hug her ,
And tell that she deserves the WORLD ,
Neglecting the fact , that she is ' Just a Stranger '

It felt like there was a common thread ;
Or nah ,  just  overthinking  my gut feeling said ...

As I was a girl with a heart ,
( Sorry to say but..)
Different from this world
APART 🖤

At last , she was just a girl who was trying to fight ,
And yearning for just the glimpse of Daylight<3!

So I switched my seat in that moving train  ,
To share her anxiety or pain
And I tried to take a sneak - peek in her Book,
Which give me a Deja vu
Or so did I assumed...

All I could see , was enough to  bring me down to me knees
With red colour it was a title of a poem ,
" Seeking Daylight !! "
Oh ❗ I  S ee

              --- By meee🫶

All I Ask Is a Reason to Stay

I can go now to the other side of bay,
but still my heart wants it to be late.
Listen, it's never too late,
but all I ask is a reason to stay.

My mind is tired by teaching the fellow heart
that away from this hustle, we can get a fresh start.
You can become a luminous sun,
not a moon who reflects upon.

Though I guess my heart desires
to be a moonlight beam
and to be forever stuck in this delusion
yet soothing dream.

But my mind gave me the reminder
that what I have been through in the past time back.
So stitching my heart off
I went to give this story a happy end.
Remember, I said it's never too late,
but you never gave me a reason to stay.

A boy with a guitar in his hand
Doesn't sing for money or a band
He sings for himself, for town, for world
For love, for hate, or maybe a girl

When I saw you for the "first time" I still remember that innocent smile, I was just a teenager. Rude yet kind, with an ounce of hope and prayers "in my mind."

I am missing "the sound of my heart beating with delight, when I saw you in the shadey light walking across the lake with the bouquet of lilies while I was beholded by just the presence of thee."

"It was never about the outline nor about the view. It was always about the soul and forever about you."

He hummed as if the sea found its waves
He expressed as if a soul found its face
He waved the strings as if to tell how flowers bloomed
Or to dress up for someone groomed and perfumed

The words he sang, recited, or spoke
Had an essence of love, of fear, of hope
The love for the first talk and fear for the last glimpse
And hope that still lies silenced in the speaker's lips

He continued to sing and tried to answer
The whys that the listener demanded                                Who ?....
Maybe also cried "when I saw you die
I just wanna close my eyes and remember ,whom I said to wait"

With the scar in his hand
The boy said when the last notes arrived
Listeners were spellbound with love
And all the beings learnt to adore their beloved

It may be a flower or just a petal
It may be a magazine or a piece of letter
But all that matters are the feelings true
And there may be a someone which will evoke the guitar boy hidden in you

Standing between the woods so tall , Act like you'll  never fall but the reality way harder than you thought from which , you were never able to fought.

Shall I become a poet? Just for fun , Jotting down my thoughts beneath the rays of sun .  Though a dark side exists that you never knew , because there is still a voice that says "I am counting on you";

Then what if I choose some so called famous ambition ,everyone even the passerby will throw a celebration. But the dazzling gaze of stars denied that thought,  because they knew then I'll  be forever under the Sea of Remorse.

But the biggest question will I be able to choose ,  or I'll work as a part time labour and stuff my face with the latest chocolate moose ....
Though at last , I have only one last text to send that----
Is this the feeling called
The End...

-- By an underrated ✨❤️‍🩹

Once when the thy talked to the thee
where the dusky ray of light met the foamy sea.

The wind blew where the wilds stay
And called the rain in an anxious say.
I blow the flowers in an enchanting way
And sweep the bay with a gentle sway.

I try to be here I try to be there
And I warn the listeners about this hemisphere.

But then the wind starts to lose the flow
And the lofty skies turn into a gentle storm.
The tiny little droplets dance besides the sea
Where peace stays and worries flee.

And then rain starts its talk to the wind
Well, he is still in shock.
I agree that when you come
The flowers sway and the sea and ocean gently wake.

But when the sign of rain even comes
Every being feels a harsh yet a soothing warmth.
I see you try to be here and there
But I am already everywhere

Sharing every being's anxiety or pain
Wearing a soft smile said the rain.

The wind peeked into the white life
Where the small or a big dances with delight.
You see, this is not just about a wind or a rain
It may be about a broken heart or a stitched brain.

I will repeat - "Once when the thy talked to the thee"
And this was the thing that the blind wind couldn't see.

She's a Lady; He's a Boy
---feminism:label<meaning

A definition of lady, according to some,
That she should be just able to hum,
But why not to sing with the guitar?
And why to be ignored if she can be a rock star?

At the end of shore, there's a boy
Told to scope for something high;
He is portrayed as a bitter-being sweet,
Rough tone,
But in reality, he's just a gentle storm.

Sad in love, happy in hatred...
If the present is this, then the future is dead.

But try to remember what I said:
She is a lady, he is a boy;
Handle them with care,
Or let the world destroy.
       -  By a 12 year girl🤍