PoemsOnHold

In women's dress in the 1980s, one phenomenon eventually emerges from the noise: power dressing. Far from a fad, it was more a cultural movement to signify growing female muscles within the corporate world. At the same time as women continued to enter the workforce and attain higher ranks within organization hierarchies, their apparel changed to reflect this momentous shift. Power dressing was not about looking good - it was a statement, saying women were reclaiming space that was previously solely male.  At the heart of this revolution was the power suit. Sharp lines, tailored fits, and bold, exaggerated shoulders became the definition of ambition and confidence. To seal power dressing, the role played by designers was therefore crucial, among which were power dressing's key players: Giorgio Armani and Donna Karan. Their designs are masculine in parts and feminine flair, blending into pieces commanding as well as elegant - a reflection of women's increasing position in the...

If there were to be a movie about me I know who the love interest would be A sweet boy with a guitar in his hand A wallpaper of his name in the sand His hair messy, curls falling on his forehead He's the prettiest boy I've ever met Just the right amount of beauty and brains  I'm sure he remembers all the names Basketball happens to be his favourite play And he's an admirer of NBA He could be a character in HSM The one you'd fall in love with all over again If he was in a female centric film The protagonist would fall for him For all the movies to ever exist There's always a love interest 

It's not hard to write a poem You let your pen flow  On the pages that are blank Filling them with your thoughts You let your hand make movements  To form words on the sheets that lie In front of you, dry, waiting to be filled Slowly, or in a haste  A poem is a thought that lurks  In the darkness when you're trying To fall asleep It is an emotion you feel  When you're waiting for a friend  At the bus stop, and they get late It's a memory of when your parent Held your bag when it got too heavy  When you came back from school  It's anything that sparks you Builds up a will to pick up a pen And jot down a few lines No rhymes It's not hard to write a poem It's not hard to be a poet For a poet is everyone who  Can dream, can think Can stop and look at a street light And imagine how it shines  It's not hard to write a poem For a poet is everyone that smiles

It was time to bid farewell To those who we held close A moment we dread the most Stood up close Smiles on the faces Tears in the eyes  No one wanted to let go We sat but there were miles Many felt free from a prison And many, felt leaving home Maybe for some,  A stückholm syndrome  From laughing at stupid jokes To making friends and family along the way We all lost some piece of us And gained some of others today...

Let's fall in love like they do in the movies  Where he's a bit shy And she's the life of the party And he looks at her, falls in love at first sight With heart eyes and his heartbeat goes up Those love stories of different tropes Friends to lovers Enemies to lovers Strangers to lovers We fit in somewhere, right?  Let's fall in love like they do in the movies  Where she looks at him  And he rides his bike or skates the skateboard With his friends. Maybe they are all high school crushes?  He falls in love with her because they stumbled into each other Books fell but eyes met Let's fall in love like in the movies  Because we'll know that The end will be perfect And that just like him and her We might live happily ever after? 

Kal shaam bhi ek shaam thi Tumhaare labo pe ek muskan thi Hum saamne to the tumhaare Par maheeno ki doori paigaam thi  Dastak de rahi thi dil ki dhadkane Ki harr zarra tumhaara hum mei bas jaaye Raat siyah hone lagi thi Naa jaane ab kab ye raat waapas aaye  Naa jaane kitni baar tumhari aankhon mei Ghar bas gaye the  Aur mohobbat ka izhaar bin bole kar Gaye the Nami bhi thi, Khushi bhi Rooh mei tum humaari yu bas gaye the Hum jaante to the ki raat khatm hogi Subah hogi, tumse mafarqat hogi Phir bhi uss Giroh se lipte hue the Ki ye maasum se lamhe ki firqat hogi Saari duniya bhool se gaye the hum Puri tarah tumhaare Jo ho gaye the hum Kal shaam bhi ek shaam thi  Wo shaam ek khamosh kohraam thi 

 My mind feels hazy In hold of a trance It's just your memories Of me holding your hands I wanna sleep bare  With you by my side But do I have an option? It's the end of a night You notice I've gone quiet My eyes don't meet yours You ask and I say My mind is in wars I already miss your touch Your smile And I'm not out the door yet But it feels like a mile Oh how I crave you I'm in a state of despair But all I know for now Is it'll all happen again

 Wrote a book about us It seemed well versed, A fairytale to tell my kids It was all unrehearsed. I let my pen flow through  And my mind began to race, Took me to places Where I saw a child in your face. You'd prance around holding my hand And kiss it any chance you got, Then yours began to shake  Because of the nervousness it brought. Your smiles, your frowns Were visible in my script, And as my pages filled  I felt a rush of fits. Cause I stayed up for nights As my fingers went numb, But the stories had no end And I still had more fingers and thumbs. I reached where I was too scared to go on And left a blank page, just to be fair, For I knew the beginning and the end And yet, I still seemed to dare.

  Screams of my innocent mind Were too quiet to be held on to Just like those bright falling stars Who seem to go distances through. I was laying down for much Feeling my hands go fro But I was gone too far To let myself even know My eyes have been swollen red  For the scars that could not be seen. And if I open up my heart, The pieces would leave me keen.

Your soul keeps lurking So then what about me? I can feel the earth’s motions When my heart skips a beat. I lay down on the fair Weather’s colder than my shivers Up on my neck stand those hairs Im feeling lighter than feathers Unable to hold what’s there My body shakes in awry No emotions left to spare No tears left to cry. My feet seem too far from the ground Feels like I’m almost on ice And when they’ll become numb enough I know I’ll perish twice

  Life’s got a new perspective Ever since things got worse Things seem to be hard Packets lying on the floors. Shattered hearts take it to heal Mended ones, to break And numbness is a silence People dread, it’ll escape. Thoughts keep running Going demented, are people Yet, nothing’s more scary Than empty cathedrals. Things can’t be simple anymore Because the world is falling apart And I don’t know why I feel like, this is just the start.

  Glasses kept on the kitchen table It is almost midnight The water is cold, running from the faucet I shiver, making the clothes on the hanger right. The bed’s been made, ready to put me to sleep Yet I keep reading the book in my hands Seated on the sofa across from it I ignore the lights from the outside land. This place is crisp, filled with silence And I feel myself in a syndrome  Because this place is something I have And this place is what I call home.

  It felt like the first time Walking through those doors And I was surrounded by familiar things Yet the memory was not even close. The flashbacks of those moments Storming in my mind  But it wasn’t the same as before Because I was the one lacking behind. The smell, the touch, the feeling remained constant As if calling my name, pushing me forward But I was frozen because everything Was a reminder of the past, and I was a coward. Yet, I believed that time would change A concept that I kept safe in the heart And I was ready to face the new story That I’m sure these walls kept carved I slowly walk through the structure that stands And keep subject of the things I find And all those which didn’t remain Were somethings I also missed the first time. 

Come, I’ll show you Something beyond the aspects of sight Something that I’ve myself never seen before Something to cherish and makes you want to be alive. I have never been there But I know that it is beauty in disguise That needs to be cleared Of the dust and kept safe in a quite paradise. I don’t know what it looks like But I know it is of the finest forms Something whiter than snow, Something kept in a secret dorm. I haven’t felt it before But I know it is softer than feathers Something that is clear with no flaw Something that is far away from haters. I haven’t heard it before But I know it has a sweet rhythm Something that touches hearts in moments Something that makes souls sense freedom. I know what to call it For it consists of letters known But the meaning behind them Is rather way more unknown. I sweetly call it ‘love’. Something left to be grown. Forever  And Always...

He is my hero, He is my first love, He is the one who helped me To be in this cruel world. I love him with all my heart, And I deny to let go of him, Whether it is for a professional job Or forever, at the edge of the brim. I tell him everything, He listens with a smile, He laughs with me, makes jokes, And tells me after a while, “Baby, I like it when you smile.” I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him, To take care of me, And everything would be so slim. I wouldn’t love to live like I do now, Because then, life will be so dim. No, he is not a lover, Not my imagination. He is real and I look up at him With clear admiration. Who is he? Why is he so perfect? The answer is simple... He is my father, my Dad, my only inspiration. My only inspiration