Left with her wings

I have this little angel. For me she left her wings.
She has no idea how much happiness she truly brings.
She brightens up my days with her smiles and her laughs.
She helps me to remember all the blessings that I have.

Her face, it is so perfect, she’s sweet and soft and pure.
Sometimes she can be willful and sometimes she is demure.
She tries her very hardest to please and do what’s right.
She gives the greatest hugs from morning until night.

Every person that has known her sees this light within her soul
I know that in this whole great world, she has a special role.
She’s helpful and considerate to everyone she knows
This light in her shines brighter as my angel grows.

When she sees someone is sad, it opens up her heart.
She wants to do all that she can; she wants to do her part.
She’ll squeeze away the sorrow and make me forget about my pain.
She shows me where the sun is when we’re hiding from the rain.

I know that God must love me, He showed me with His Grace
I knew just how completely when I saw my angel’s face.
And in that very moment when she came into my world,
I knew that she was so much more than just my baby girl.

She would be my sunshine, with a sweetness that won’t end.
And when she grows up one day she would be my closest friend.
She would be the reason I would always try my best.
For my little angel baby girl would be my greatest test.

When God entrusts to you an angel, who has left her wings for you.
Encircle her with love with everything you do.
Let her know God made her, and that He trusts you with her care.
Be sure to make time for special moments with her to share.

And when at night she finally says her prayers and goes to sleep
I Thank Him for my angel, and ask for him to always keep
A watchful eye and hand to protect her from this world.
Protect my little angel;
Protect my baby girl.

© The Honest Fabler- Pooja Mukherjee
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A BLACK RAY

ray

Did you listen?

I have felt like this for a while,
but I have kept it all inside.
This time, though, its way too much,
I do not think that I can not cry.
This sense of loss and emptiness,
most people feel it too.
I hope if I don’t voice it,
it will pass on through.

This feeling has not passed,
I think it’s here to stay.
Yet, what is making me feel this,
I really cannot say or lest sense the hope’s ray.
It’s more like something is missing,
than something causing pain.
It’s messing with my mind,
it makes me feel insane.

I have realized something though,
it’s only for me to decide.
Do I want to live my life,
or always wonder why?

A life where no one even knows I exist,
where everything I have ever known was a lie.
A life where everyone avoids me,
where I become just an another forgotten memory.

A life where I question whether the world I am living in is real, or a figment of my imagination,
where nothing seems familiar,
and I forget where I am,
and I don’t know how to get back home.
Destined to walk this lonely world,
forever,
Lost…

I try to tell myself
but the cuts tell me different.
What am I to do with all these dreams of
death and tormenting?
Am I to lock it up and hide my feelings?
That seems the only way.
But why can’t I be saved again?
Am I so damaged that I can’t be saved ?
Broken with every care in my heart.
Do I even have a heart anymore ?
Can I show love anymore ?
Can I smile without hiding how I really feel?
It goes on and on and I have nothing.
No one,forever,
Lost…


©The Honest FablerPooja Mukherjee
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MOROSENESS

  MOROSENESS

Oh Deathly Anesthesia

That’s how I found

/by being dead for a while/

That we can aim to feel

EVERYTHING…

And I mean everything as every single tangible,

And intangible matter with a potential Aesthetics within, post Poetics.


©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee

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Here she comes.

“Come to me,
Close in on me.
Yes! She comes.
Here she comes,
but does she?”

All day and all night, I waited.
Blamed myself, it was me who I hated.

I showed her the way,
Through the labyrinth of walls that none could slay.

Cocooned by a shell, my loner heart,
Her claws were the one to rupture it apart.

Her lips; they touched my skin.
In places the believers would call it a sin.

I remember the time we had our last kiss,
I still wonder if ever she looks back to reminisce its bliss?

She left me for my fallen glory,
She left me, since I couldn’t get the trophy.

Losers are what she loathed,
But even a winner turns a loser once he has gloated.

A shame I didn’t have a strong will,
Now I wait with patience to be executed by the thrill.

The headlights they’re blinding me,
The weight, the velocity, the crash they’re the factors that set me free.

Finally the train comes and ends my pain,
Since I know there’s nothing left to live and gain.

“Came to me.
Closed in on me.
Yes! She did.
Here she did.”


©The Honest Fabler
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I let them die.

I am bitter.

I mourn for the people I couldn’t become and I blame the world for it.

They killed the poet

They killed the writer

They killed the playwright

and everything they could’ve written.

They killed the actor

They killed the model

They killed the muse
and everything they could’ve become.

They killed the firefighter

They killed the doctor

They killed the soldier
and everyone they could’ve saved.

They killed the child

They killed the romantic

They killed the dreamer
and everything they could’ve accomplished.

They killed everything I could’ve become and I’m bitter.

Because in the end, I let them die.


©Caffeinated Chi – An amazing blogger friend/guide of mine who’s been a great inspiration and motivation to me! If you love reading mysteries then you’d surely love to read his book:- Divulge 4

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Lost brothers.

You were there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry,
You were there for me to be my partner in crime.
You were my driver when I needed a lift back home,
You were a brother who was the reason they called me Gay. 

But meeting you after so many years, all my heart felt is: 

गेले ते दिवस, राहिल्या त्या फ़क्त आठवणी।
(Translation: Gone are those days; what remains is only memories.) 



©The Honest Fabler
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Unsaid goodbyes.

As a person who’s fond of pets(fishes, in my case), losing even one seems saddening enough. I’ve took care of fishes since last 4 years. Currently I have 4 gold fishes(two of which are 3 years old and the other two a couple of years old.) and 2 freshwater sharks(both 3 years old.). Prior to this I’ve had the good fate of taking care of many other fishes but these are the ones who’ve stayed. The most recent ones are Herbie and Azure, both are Betta fishes. They’ve been closest to me since they were a birthday gift from a person very close to me. But last night when I returned home I realized, Azure has stepped in the afterlife. I hope his soul finds a solace and rests in peace.

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Herbie
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Azure

You arrived on the day I turned old.
In the bright sunlight you gleamed so bold,
I adored you every morning as if you were gold.

The wings you had were the brightest blue,
Which is why I named you Azure.
Pronounced as Az-u-re(~ray) and not the classic “æʒ(j)ʊə”.

Never thought our journey would end so quick,
You’ve been with me in times thin and thick.

I promise, I’ll never forget you.
For ours was a bond stronger than superglue.


PS- Yes, I talked to my fishes(still do). No, I’m not crazy. I’m Aquaman *evil laugh*

©The Honest Fabler
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