Poetry #721 | I Wish For Good Friends

Friends who really care

They are just too rare

I wonder how people found true friends in olden times

Who stuck to each other till death

And helped when help was needed

Friends who sat with teddy bears in childhood

And friends who ran to hospital to donate blood and saved lives

How peaceful to have real friends who care

Which is so rare these days

Tears and years of bonding

That were unshakeable throughout

No you won’t get to see it nowadays

I wish for good friends , the ones I haven’t even met yet.

– The Librettist

Poetry #720 | A Rainy Winter Night

Tonight it rained

I heard the troops of untimely rain drops

Fall onto the rooftops of the nearby houses

The people ran to take cover

And the dogs, God knows where they hid?

The rich could shelter them

But no, the dogs must have felt cold in this wintery rain

I could have hid them in my arms

But no, the dogs aren’t allowed in this heartless home

Is this even a home?

People, much like this cold weather, have no warmth

And the rain, makes it even worse

Just like tears

– The Librettist

Poetry #719 | The True Love

True love is the love that stays

It may not be the first love

For first love may not come from someone who can love you truly

So who can love us truly?

May be no one

May be the one who tries to stay with us till death so we don’t have to face hardships alone

The true love stays

It isn’t the first kiss

It is the last one

The last kiss of our lives must never be from someone who decided to deceive you

The last kiss must be from the true lover who focuses only your well-being

The true love is boring

Is mundane

Is simple

Is faithful

Is an everyday affair with one face to see next to us

– The Librettist

Poetry #718 | No Animal Deserves To Die

I looked at those tiny beady eyes

The warmth that tiny animal had

I couldn’t have asked for more

Content with the animal companion

He would’ve answered and spoken my language too

But I don’t let small animals ever get past their purpose

To have loved by a tiny animal is total power of innocence

And so they deserve to live

Because it was man’s fault that we came to earth

And as tiny animals they saw it fit to be in forests on earth

And becaue we die, the animals die too.

– The Librettist

Poetry #717 | Safe At Home

If it were the outer world burning

I wouldn’t care to look outside

With all that chaos

My own inner peace feels depleting

All those years of walking

All those years of running to school and college and university

Without a lover by my side

Without a true friend

It all weighs upon me, those lonely memories of the past

It all seems futile

Without a purpose

When I had to put in the last of my efforts

And for what!?

For better grades

For my parents’ class image

Showcasing how intelligent their child is

Because smug parents don’t let go of any chance to boast how they were good at it and that’s why the child is good at it

I excelled because of myself and God

As parents they did only harm

I felt miserable when my parents were boastful

Belittling other kids and their parents

I felt obliged to let go of excellence that meant nothing to me

I felt obliged to earn poor marks

I needed to lag behind, whosoever was envious of my grand studious reputation

Could breathe easy, I am not going in there to compete

Oh how happy I was, I did my part

Look mom and dad, You made me a horse and I ran that race

I won many times

And I’d now like to lose

To look after my own dreams

But look at how parents show their color

When a horse didn’t want to gallop

The horse was tied and beaten

That’s what they did to me

Disobedience still earns nice thrashing at 30 if you are a female child

Disobedience to follow my own heart

So I asked God to allow me this disobedience

If it isn’t His will, Let my will be done by His power

I had to win, and my God knew it

Slavery of all forms cant be acceptable to God

So even if it wasn’t His will in few places

God tried His best to accommodate my will and dreams

That’s how I felt safe at home, when I am alone with God

Happy to have poured out, happy to be the real me, no torture to put up a face to be nice to everyone

I can’t change faces that way, and I can’t be nice all the time with a reason to acquire a spotless reputation

I am safe at home because the doors are closed to protect me from the outer world

– The Librettist

Poetry #716 | Attacks By Ants

Insects have been the carriers of attacks for many years

Bringing turmoil, discord,and tears

Attacks by ants are such

That you’d have to pray fifty Hail Marys fifty times a day

To get the evil run for its life

These ants first creep into your dreams

Show up in bed

And get their ant hill grown large

Then they show up in reality

Crawling all over

Praying will keep you safe

So back up your support with prayers

You never know what spiritual and physical attacks we may have to face tomorrow.

– The Librettist

Poetry #715 | Yule

May this Yule be your best

The tender breeze touch your cheeks

But never let your skin frost

The grief should leave

And a sweet love should surround your heartbeat

This I pray for you

More healing and protection

Be yours forever.

– The Librettist

Poetry #714 | Warning For You

You,

You who keep looking at me for no reason

I could do something with your eyes for that

If you didn’t want to talk or have good intentions about me

Then why would you dare to look at me for longer than five minutes?

You,

You who look observant

What shrewd plot is going on inside your brain?

I warn you

I can give back what you serve

– The Librettist

Poetry #713 | Designed Escape

After all the years of thinking

All you could come up with this meaningless filling of void

With education that doesn’t pay you back

With respect that laughs at you behind your back

With a painful back

That stretches to all the joints of every bone

What did you get out of this designed escape!?

Just a petty life that made you think you are worth more than others

The other people are striving too

You are no special

You would have been special had you known to mind your manners and not be indifferent

That your talents are as big as the one standing next to you

– The Librettist

Poetry #712 | Why Do We

A new night of old memories

Why do we at all find it here then

Why do we feel this pain?

– The Librettist