Collection Of Poems : 2 AM Thoughts

 Collection Of Poems: A Memoir Of 2 AM Thoughts

I: Growing Pains - Gayatri

II: To The One I Loved - Gayatri

III: Please Miss Me - Gayatri

IV: Threads Of Yesterday - Gayatri

V: Concept Of Love - Gayatri

VI: Shades Of Envy - Gayatri

I: Growing Pains

And as I travelled closer to twenty three

The waves soared louder and harder than it had ever been

When did cynicism become epitome of art? 

And when did sunshine became wonders of the past? 

Is there a way I could travel back in time

Back when I was eleven and everything seemed to be nothing at all

All this never ending pent up rage inside of me

When did it become self destructive when it defined my self driven parts

I travelled closer to twenty three, so far away from the horrors of twenty two

Tell me, did the teenage years took something from you too? 

When I was nine, all i wanted was a chocolate to eat and maths to make sense

But now that i am older, all that i am, all that i will ever be

Is a mosaic of everyone I have ever loved and burnt at the sea

-Gayatri

II: To The One I Loved

And in the middle of the night 

Underneath the moon and the stars

Do you still look like I used to ask you to? 

Do you stand under the same moonlight, we once would dance to? 

Million faces, billion opinions of betrayal, deception and heartache

But I knew you like the sun knows the moon

Transmission so you can be the most beautiful glance in the universe

Nobody sees the sun, but that's okay

Because moon returns the love of the sun, hidden from the world

Never to meet, always from a distance, the moon and sun forever destined 

To love each other without ever expecting anything in return

-Gayatri

III: Please Miss Me 

Who do you run to when your world wants to fall apart? 

It's a line in a song that has haunted me ever since I heard it's part

It's funny how I used to call you the bad luck to every happenstance

Until you withered away, until you crashed on your way out

It's the way you and I exchanged memories of past, present and future

Who we were, who we are, and who we wanted to be

But you and I are stuck in cycles, to become those we despise

Who do I run to when the going gets tough? 

It is still you, but it's you in my dreams 

All it ever trickles down to the one I met when I was a literal child

-Gayatri

IV: Threads Of Yesterday

And one day, I found myself crying

To the tune of keane's somewhere all we know

Nothing had ever felt so haunting up until magnitude of twenty two

It dawned upon me, as we grew older 

People, places, and parts of me fell distant

In a time, in a space unknown to me and my heartache

There is a someone, a somewhere I hold dear to me

Stability, and true friendship is what I learnt from my favourite breeze

Now I'm a someone in a somewhere, someplace, far away from thee

Waiting for the weather to change into the reliable old me

-Gayatri

V: The Concept Of Love

And what is love? 

She says she doesn't know

She says she wouldn't recognize the face of it

If it came knocking on her door

And what is love? 

He says the willingness to commit

He says the attachment that persists 

You love and love until you can't live without each other

That's the kind of haunted love leaves you forevermore

Pacing and walking in the dark hallways

Until the anxiety and insecurities all wash off

But alas, What is love? 

An idea, a concept, different for everyone 

-Gayatri

VI: Shades Of Envy

The way she writes, if words could move mountains, she would too

Carefully crafted wit, oh was the lord generous with her stitch

She picks up her tools, draws the world in a perception of her own doom

Envy of the way her mind works, they way she spin numbers

Just because she wanted them to, she’s a prodigy they say

A photographic memory, an unmatched intellect with every part of her heavenly

And like a fangirl, I held her captive in my memory

Tell me, what's it like to be everything at once?

Tell me the secrets to your glory? Was there a formula I forgot to learn?

Was there a diet I could have followed?

All that glitters is not gold they say

But they don't know that to be the shadow to a cosmic star

Is a death sentence to all the little bright stars.

-Gayatri