And if I were dead tonight,
where would be your first cry?
Would it be on the phone?
Or while scrambling a piece of note?
Would it be on your way to home?
Or after I am buried?
Would it be in your dreams?
Or would you drink all that pain,
and not cry a tear?
And if I made through tonight,
where would you want to kiss me
one more time?
Would it on my eyes?
Or would you just blink your eyes?
Would you peck my cheeks?
Or pull them softly?
Would you kiss my lips?
Or mouth a ‘Thank you, God’
on my behalf?
And if I faded away,
would you come to take me away?
Would you make through
Or would you just
bid me a final goodbye?
What will I leave behind? I ask.
And I look back in the past,
and I see nothing good,
but pain and suffering.
• Poem by Omair | Instagram: @thescribbledstories
My friend, do you know the realm of life ?
The realm holds the universe in the darkest nights,
Is it love or is it death ?
Is it the sky or the inmate jest ?
You are the feather to the realm,
More pleasing then death,
But illusive in strength,
I would cry for the only thing that rotates our life,
The very moment I get to know,
And maybe they don’t even have to tell,
Because my wings will be cut short,
I wont fly anymore, for my feather will morn,
And if it stay, why will I just kiss ?
I will fly with it to the heights in our cliche .
You may not understand my inmate partner,
But we hold a fiction note to write the realm of life,
In that fictional song, I hold a feather to write ,
The story true to the lie,
A lullaby, it will make us sleep in no time,
But when we wake up from the beautiful dream I draw,
We will be no more the same ,
We will be the realm of the game,
We will be with the one who designed the play,
So you know who we are ?
A portal to another star !
Not kiss, but fly to the place far away in our dreams,
Not waiting for death, but expecting it to wake us from our sleep,
To rejoice, my love , rejoice the need.
Link & Credits for Epigraph :https://www.facebook.com/TheScribbledStories/?fref=nf