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Poetry is a paradox 🤷♀️
The music was loud that night. And the lights were flickering but bright.
We were hugely surrounded but romantically secluded.
In a club where the music was loud that night, my heart felt light.
We danced at the beats like birds set free, and then drowned shots, one two and three.
Our story was similar to Cinderella’s, it was raining that night and we didnt have umbrellas
As midnight drew closer, we hung on to each other and time stood still, the uneasy loudness indicating the impending peril.
It was right after the clock struck one, the crowd moved, but seemed to move none.
We just stood there, not out bound, appriciating what we had, when there was a deafening striking sound.
Unnecessary panic struck everyone, there was chaos like hell had come undone.
Like satan’s angels, the police flocked in, at the club with the loud music, where everyone seemed prone to sin.
And people moved fast, but could not escape, there was no bypassing hell’s gate
And it had suddenly become an unfortunate doomesday what was originally only a midsummer’s sunday
the music was still loud that night, when the air was suddenly surrounded by fright.
A lonely road, it was dark, Close by there were trees, and a park,
Home was close,yet surprisingly far, there was no fuel in my car
There was a building coloured white, and everywhere around it, it was quite,
There were dogs barking at a distance, proud and threatening in announcing their existence,
It was past 10 at night, the eeriness made my soul shiver in fright,
And suddenly, there was a shudder in the bushes nearby, and a terrific thundering in the sky,
I waited in anticipation, waiting for a beast to come for my distruction,
It all went silent for what felt like eternity, an uncomfortable calm disturbing my sanity,
Suddenly out came a rushing pig, and a dozen piglets, from behind the ridge,
What was I to think? Me, who’s heart did majorly shrink?
I looked up, my eyes landed on the building with the ghostly ghastly shadows of the trees surrounding,
The wind moved the trees, with it the shadows did dance, and suddenly took a deadly cold stance
I felt like I was a survivor of the devilish night, when I heard the nearing roar of a triumphing bike.

This is for the one who came and never left,
The girl I wish, earlier in my life I’d met
To my comfort, my companion to the end,
This one’s to my personal property, my best friend.
In a cluster of people, she chose me to be her closest,
She yells at me, and then later tells me I am the cutest.
She’s been here long enough for people to ask,
Is she your sister, or does her soul wear your mask?
She is talkative, protective and seldom shy,
But to eternity this rhyme shall carry,
The loving story of my bestfriend and I.
This is how the sky looked, the day to you i was hooked,
It was crisp when the sun rose, it was cold and i had icey toes,
The horizon had colours orange gold and red, for the first time in a while,i jumped out of bed
It was dark in the beginning and then suddenly light,my heart seemed to be beating in all it’s might
There was the sound of birds and bees, chirpring and buzzing in the nearby trees.
As to the airport myself did i pull, my soul seemed to be content, complete and almost full
And when out you stepped, and towards me, broke into a run,
my world seemed to turn, to focus on you instead of on the sun.
Surrounded by people, alone as i sit,I stare out far, at a man in a shiny car.
Boredom takes me to the far away sea,to the sailor surrounded by nothing but blue to see,
As the wind blows,the vessel sails, he sits and wonders how for a person, the heart could wail,
For fond Memories and remembrances haunt him as the sun sets, At dusk and at twilight, when the birds return to their nests.
Here where I am, I wonder if the sea knows, of the mariner and his promising woes.
that he who is surrounded by nothing but waves has no other wish but to escape.
Would the ocean send the mariner to his abode? Away from the sea, towards the shore?
Because an incomplete story would magically complete,With the much awaited return of the mariner’s glorious fleet.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
