Flickering snow

I would like to know how it feels to grow

with life so good and company above

I would like to see how it feels to feel

the love exists in hearts of yours

I would like to hear the sound of breath

when I put my head on bosoms of yours

But maybe I would not be able to taste

your flame with my flickering snow

 

You picked me up when I was fragile as glass

was already broken when you cast me far

you fixed me well, you made me strong

You left me then, again broken and alone

 

I wish I knew if you loved me at all

You lifted my spirits, then threw me down

You killed the dead, before shining him light

You just gave up on me, left without a fight

 

I wish you loved me, I wish you do

If ever you did, I wouldn’t have let you go

But I guess it’s my fate, to that I bow

to your farewell, my flickering snow.

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Never Born (if you’re feeling sad)

(7 days after she left me, I became depressed)

I waited for her message, I sat through all night

suddenly we just gave up, not even had a fight

I gazed that screen, wore my blurred vision

As time passed by, season by season

Cold ears, red eyes

I just screamed, inside

I cried to see her text just one more time

I never thought I was that kind of a guy

Moon - Never Born Poem
Never Born – Poetry of Rees Gargi

(After few days, she updated her profile picture. A little less depressed as I sat in a park to enjoy the full moon)

Sat on a bench, dark of the night

I loved the moon, I loved the sight

I smoked, seeing the clouds slide

the sky is gray like this beautiful life

Life this world has, vehemence flowing through veins

If sky was not a living being, why would it stay so strange

***

But then, I would see silver scars on my moon

which seems to smile upon this lovestruck fool

As I salute him with my smirky blew

To be honest, I need love, I am desperate for you

***

But it’s alright if you finally left me,

I hope to become better for someone who will need me

I have heard life is alive if some love is shown

Does that mean it’d be dead if we were never born

 

Smoking - Never Born Poem
Never Born – Poetry by Rees Gargi

(Later that night, as I finally let her leave my mind for a while. Feeling teary but satisfied)

I would walk in the park, I could still feel the chill

In the wintery breeze, I can almost love this shrill

I’ve no regrets, maybe I am too young to carry one

I’ll be grateful to the father. I’ll always be one obedient son

I’ll spend an eternity to see this sky, and probably would never be known

Would life be the same, if I was never born

In the Hope

I remember writing this poem about 5 years ago, it was the first poem I ever made. Although I was shy at first, never wanting anyone to see what I write, I finally published this online. For a 17 years old kid, I was not very smart. I made lots of mistakes but did I deserved the sadness? This was the question I would ask myself every night before I sleep. I had lost hope several times, tried to find the peace in myself.

In reality, feeling weak and useless is very common nowadays. I am not the only person who needs encouragement and inspiration. A writer’s job is to make words out of everything: the thing that cannot be expressed otherwise. Words no painting can paint and feel that would touch the insides of your heart and give you goosebumps.

I am too young to think about that, as told to me by many elders. I should liven up a bit and stop worrying about the reality of this cruel world. How could I be happy if there was no hope, no light of love?

Moreover, I found the happiness, the reason I should be happy. I learned that the world is what we see and it is what we make out of it.

I learned to smile and to rise as a guy who believes in the world. There’s hope. It will always be.

 

In the hope – by Rees Gargi

In the hope, which we mourn

Goodness is murdered brutally

And will to live is gone

Days do pass by, nights still are long

In heart ours evil lives and darkness: it is born

In the hope, which we mourn

 

A Sad Guy looking fore hope
Guy looking for hope.

 

When it rains, sadness pours from beyond

Darkness overheads until our path is lone,

Then we wish for warmth and the bond

We find nothing, tears are now grown

Blindfolded with false happiness

In the hope, which we mourn

PS. As an illustration, the painting in this poem is used here with permission, It is called After the Deluge. Read about it here. Not to mention, it is a good read if you like art.

Again, hope is very easy to be found but hard to be contained and no matter how bad things are happening for us, hope can bring lights even in the darkest of the caves. Have a lovely day.

Cheers!