Reema Roy: Recent Episodes
Reema Roy
"I write words, poems, epigrams. It's how the world makes sense to me. Thx for reading, I love u for that."
You can read my poems at ReemaRoy.com
So I thought and decided to let him go. To have loved and lost, I already know. Unchained and unburdened love deserves to be. So I thought and decided to set him free. Read more at reemaroy.com
You…..a distant dream, You are…. I know, I loved you more and more, I did…. even though I am not to have you ever….. I know. Read more at reemaroy.com
Finally, finally, I said no to him !
Tired of being indifferent to things that matter,
Sick of keeping up with his constant clatter,
Finally, finally, I said no to him.
Bright a day will arrive,
Life again will arise
from the slumber of despair,
To regain, rebuild, repair,
that is lost, that is doomed,
to death’s fury as earth fumed;
Yet, unless the lesson is learned,
Why are we here? I wonder, whose gaiety health or wealth did we plunder? Why are we stranded I wonder? What heinous acts committed or blunder? Why are we to die and perish I wonder?.... read more at www.reemaroy.com
You the charming, you the strong,
You the mighty, fighting wrong,
Oh Woman, Oh Woman,
You are…. Inspiration, adulation
of such a huge throng !
You the good, you the bad,
You too human, and can be mad,
Oh Woman, Oh Woman,
You can…. feel whatsoever,
Ecstatic or sad !
You can scream, you can shout,
You can cry, you can flout,
Oh Woman, Oh woman,
You must…. Dream to act,
And give them all a clout !”
That morning amazing, hand in hand we walking, Love in the air, breeze on the hair, Emotions in eyes and cloudy black skies…
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Heartless and Ruthless, that’s how he was. Relentless, limitless, my love it was. Truthless, Meaningless, words they were. Helpless and hopeless, left me there. www.ReemaRoy.com
This city…… Glittering, glimmering, with promises of tomorrow, Houses massive, yet minds are so narrow, Like death it feeds, Sparing behind no sorrow. Inflated egos and desires and peace you can’t borrow. Still millions come, on each and every morrow. The streets become home, with hopes of tomorrow, yet some eyes dare to dream, for a better tomorrow!
Me and my misery,
have been there,
when you said you don’t love me anymore.
Me and my misery,
were present,
when you were loved, cared and cherished galore.
Me and my misery,
now only implore,
what, oh what else, could I have done more?
Me and my misery,
now live…. in me,
even though…… I am too sore !
Author: "I write words, poems, epigrams. It's how the world makes sense to me. Thx for reading, I love u for that." You can read my poems at ReemaRoy.com