Dear Future Husband....

Obeying the rules of quarantine,

Seated on my roof top,

To enjoy the beauty,

I quietly sat on a wooden chair,

Towards my left,

I watched the streets,

The roads were bare,

But the birds, flew freely in the air.

The cuckoo of a Koel,

Was heard from my right,

He looks like a crow,

With dark red eyes,

The squirrels ran,

From branch to branch,

Butterflies flew,

Decorating my view.

Along with this,

I began to dream,

Of my future,

And of course, of you,

Don't blame me my dear,

But when I think of you,

I know I am very inquisitive,

To know our future, to get to know you.

As I sit, I wonder,

When will we meet,

As I sit, I wonder,

How will we meet,

My dear, I prefer,

If we find ourselves,

And my parents; your in-laws,

They too prefer the same.

I wonder, will you hold my hand,

As I dream,

I wonder, will you cheer,

When I succeed,

I'm impatient, to know,

Your passions, your hobbies,

I'm impatient, to help you,

Achieve, your dreams.

My friends bug me,

"He's stuck in a ditch", they say,

Darling, is that true?

Do you need my help?

That's alright, we need not be a shame,

Cause if we help each other,

Our future would be safe,

Darling, I wonder, do you think of the unknown me, like I did today.

-Natalya Ludwick-

Comments

Oh, Sweet Maiden!

A burning flame, Glaring at, the steaming lane, The land of all, massacred slaves, Ripped by love, the origin of fate. Oh, that land, the rose crammed bed, Jammed with laughs, and smiles unshed, Pure as the heart, of an infant at rest, Led by the God, of foul prospects. The enchanter, of the dark, To the illusion, of a delicate arch, With the maiden, of sweetness at heart, Stepped in to, a mirrored witchcraft. Swinging and swaying, the ballerina passionate, Sliding and leaping, the pianist considerate, Stumbling and collapsing, the maiden naïve and laid, Weeping and hollering, through the crack sorcery reigns. Maiden, sweet maiden, dumbstruck, betrayed, Threw fits at the mirrors, of the enchanted cave, Left at the wilderness, to wither and break, Oh, sweet maiden, Queen Insane. -Nataliya Ludwick- @thepoeticvoyage

Your Only Choice...

Looking at the clock, Trying hard to stop, The time that runs, With more to be done. Staring at the setting sun, The wind conveys, the night has begun, Fakely accepting, the praises that surrounds, With regrets about, the things undone. The curious eyes, started her chase, Girls with grins, running out of the gates, Guys crawled in, with their long face, Another hopped to shop, with the money he made. The doves flew towards their cage, Owls flew out, with their scary gaze, They all switched shifts, each and every day, For nature's company, isn't that great? When things take place, in unexpected ways, Good things take time, is what they say, Sorrow and joy, may join the same day, Life needs the company of patience, is what I say, In this life things may delay, But your only choice is to stay. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

The Narrowing Stream...

When it was time, to be in my mother's reach, I would have welcomed the world, with my baby scream, With my mom and dad, I made my safety team, Oh how I longed, to complete all my vaccines, By that time, I've come all the way to my teens. From then to now, I longed to see, Myself on, the highest mountain peaks, My fears ranged, covering my path with steam, This mind haunted the nights, stealing my sleep, Forever I'm stuck, with these daily routines. How on Earth are these things worth it? To trade my joy, to trade my sleep, I scare my heart, in my mind I scream, When it comes to my life, I feel like a machine, Even they do stop, at their highest degrees. I long and long, forever in life's streets, With one in hand, to the next I reach, This is how the world goes, not only for me, This life on Earth is a narrowing stream, And this stream, seems to be based, on our dreams. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

Search This Blog