Day 365 – Now, I Must Thank You

And finally,
This year has come to a close,
And you and I together.
As reader and writer,
We have travelled places the world
Wishes it could go.
I wrote paths,
And you walked over them,
Stepping in footsteps that you never imagined,
And to you, the reader of my words,
Now, I must thank you.

If it weren’t for your eyes that followed my sentences,
And your hearts that felt the emotions,
My writing would simply be,
Black ink spilt over crème pages.
For without you,
My voice would have no stages
To stand upon.
The time has passed with such speed,
As if the days I spent writing were really,
The hours between a summer day’s dusk and dawn.
And now, I must thank you.

Thank you,
Those who have inspired my mind,
And tickled my heart,
And threw salt in my wounds.
For without you,
I would be a lover with no passion,
A fire set ablaze without any ashes.
So I thank you, again and again,
As tears hang onto my curled lashes,
I thank you.

On my knees,
With pages of poetry surrounding me,
I have given all that I can.
Empty pen casings still lay
In the palms of my hands.
And all I can do,
Is thank you.

TheKaurageous1

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Day 364 – My Only One

We traveled over sand beaches made of the
I love yous of our past.
Knowing that, not matter what troubles we travel through,
That you and I would last.
Last for longer than new born stars,
And higher than floating clouds.
Because as long as you love me,
I am invincible.
My life, is stable.
You created cables of love from
An empty soul into a fragile heart,
And your poured love right through me.

And together, we are nothing less than,
Beautiful, fascinating, magnificent, and blessed.
You and I,
Live where suns sets and moons rise.
And the locks to our souls
Are opened by the keys in our eyes,
Making us richer than we ever believed possible.

You sharpened me a sword,
And I built you a shield,
And we became brave.
Out to protect each other,
We created a world that
The world’s been in search for.
A world of respect.
I expected nothing of you,
And I receive more than I could’ve ever
Asked for.

Changing from ice, chocolate, and even to stone,
You sculpted parts of me.
And I never would’ve known,
Never would’ve guessed,
That I could become so perfect.
That I too,
Could grow petals, and become a rose.
Standing strong against
All highs and lows.

And it’s at your feet where I’ve chosen to lie.
Because without them guiding me,
I’d get lost in a world of treachery.
Where evil is disguised as good.
So I thank you,
For loving me the way you have,
For doing for me,
All that you have done,
For me you are my only,
And forever, my only one.

TheKaurageous1

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Day 363 – I Said Watch Out

I said watch out.
Because that shoulder you’ve been leaning on,
My fall to the ground,
And the hand you once held,
May drown.

I said be careful,
Which eyes you lose yourself in,
For they may go blind,
And the ears you once whispered into,
May fall deaf to your voice.

I said walk safely.
Because the path you once walked,
May disappear and the world will lose you.
I said walk safely,
Because the feet you once bowed to,
May start walking away from you.

TheKaurageous1

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Day 362 – Rest In Peace P.K.S.

She lies completely still.
Not a movement under her eyelids,
Not a twitch in her hands,
Or a faint rise and fall of her chest.
Not even a tilt in her head.
But of course she must lay like this,
She is dead.

Wrapped in white,
Cushioned in silk,
Her skin the colour of milk,
She lies in a coffin.
And I wonder when time decided
To fly past us
Leaving nothing but dust
Behind.

If she were looking down now,
I wonder what she would be thinking.
Would she sit by her husband first,
And then kiss the tears her
Daughters and sons cry.
Where is her soul now,
That she lies still.

And every time I look up at her,
I cannot stare for longer than seconds,
Because the sight of her
Breaks the strong girl inside of me,
And suddenly,
I’m afraid.
This woman who once danced with me,
Is lifeless now,
Her hair in a braid
And her hands folded tight.
All I can do now,
Is pray that her mind is at ease,
And her soul rests in peace.

TheKaurageous1

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Rest In Peace, Parkash Kaur Saini ❤

Day 361 – Look Me in The Eyes

Look me in the eyes,
Without crossing fingers,
I wish to hear no lies.
Tell me, that you’ll always love me.
Do not give me sweet whispers that are
Secrets in disguise,
Tell me, as you cross your heart
And hope to die,
That you will always
Stand by me.
Look me in the eyes,
I beg you,
Please.
With a face straight and honest,
Convince me that you’ll never
Leave me
Stranded.

TheKaurageous1

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Day 360 – I Miss You

I
Miss
You.
And bam.
It’s game over.

Another day
Without seeing your face
Smiling at me over
Arm rests.
This heart took off its
Bullet proof vest the day you said,
I love you.
And now the bullets of me
Missing you come flying at me,
Full force.
And of course, I’m too stunned to move,
So the bullets hit me and
With every gaping hole,
I miss you more.

Another night
Without dreaming dreams of
Our past present and future.
Because the future is still to be written,
And the past cannot be undone,
And the present is shit
For too many midnights have passed
Without hearing your voice.
And on my bed I throw bitch-fits
Because
I
Miss
You.

And once all the frustration has
Thrust itself out of my every pore,
I lay still,
With the tears close.
Because now,
Me, missing you,
Hurts.
Life’s a mess.
Because pieces of my life
That had never broken before
Sit jagged and irreplaceable
On the floor.
And all I ask for,
Is that you put them back together for me.

I
Miss
You.

TheKaurageous1

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Day 359 – Merry Christmas

And on the night of Christmas,
Wrapped in blankets,
Warm and cozy,
I think.
How wonderful is the celebration
Of giving, and family, and love.
And above all other celebrations
I hold this one close to my heart.
For on this day it is not about
Expensive gifts and presents,
It’s the feeling of intense happiness
At the sight of smiling faces
Sitting around dinner tables.
With wood from the fireplace
Cracking in the background.
The sounds of traffic cars
Are barely audible
As the laughter roars
From everywhere in the house.
The tree stands tall and the lights
Twinkle against the walls
And at the end of the day,
I crawl into bed
And you whisper to me,
Merry Christmas to you,
And to you a good night.

Day 358 – The Callings of My Heart

On lonely nights it is your name that my heart calls out for.
It calls out for your fingertips across my hands
And your whispers across my soul.
The heart that you stole with no intentions of
Thievery, floats about inside of me,
Calling out for your eyes.
And no matter how hard this heart tries
To settle down, it always fails.
No matter how many hours are spent
Thinking thoughts and reliving memories of you,
All my heart can do,
Is call out your name
Loud and clear,
And hope, that you will hear.

TheKaurageous1

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Day 355 – Hold My Hand Maata, Hold My Hand Pita

At two weeks you were small enough
To fit into the palms of your parents.
At two years old, you grasp onto
Pinky fingers as you attempt your first steps.
At five years old you grab a hold of
The hands that are twice as big as yours
With your full five fingers.
At nine years old you’ve grown
Old enough to let go of their hands,
As you’re big enough to walk on your own.
At fifteen years you forget what their hands
Have to offer and what they have given you
Thus far.
At twenty seven you become busy with
Your own little hands that need to be held.
Forgetting the parents that held onto you.
At fifty years old,
Holding onto your parents hands
Is ridiculous.
But soon enough you will get to the point
In life, where your hands are a map of
Wrinkles and veins.
And you will remember the hands that held
You up like golden chains,
They anchored you.

So hold onto the hands that raised you,
For there will come a point,
When you will beg for your parents
To hold you like they did before.
Because once you finally ask them to
Hold your hand one last time,
The weight of life will fall too heavily,
And it’ll be too late.

Hold my hand maata,
Hold my hand pita,
No matter how big I grow,
Never let me go.

TheKaurageous1

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Day 354 – Gobind

I called out his name.
Gobind Gobind.
And with an imagination like mine
I see him walking through thr hospital aisle in velvet.
Walking with his shoulders apart.
Gobind is on his way, to take her away.
From all of us.
He would take her
Wrapping her into his arms
Like a bouquet of flowers.
With powers like his
She would hold onto him as if
He were her father.
My grandmother.
I called out for him,
My Gobind.
And now it’s only a matter of time,
Before he arrives to carry you from this world.

TheKaurageous1

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