Longing to go home

I have been the perfect
in my decisions;
I still am.
I always had thought all of it,
so it doesn’t get off anyway,
but what I did forget was,
Not everyone is like me.
My decisions are perfect,
for you and for me,
and everything in between
or on edges;
I forgot, you cannot for now,
send your vision directly to them.
I hope science won’t play with it,
which I know it will do…
But still, coming back to my point,
it’s that, I tried, and again,
yet again, and one more time.
All failures and I understood,
People don’t care.
They want to make mistakes and regret.
Not blame it on them,
it’s the times and human tendency itself.
I don’t blame any but me,
to think that, I can explain them,
or even consider that, I’m right in it.
It’s just that inner voice and,
so many past days you know,
after which I said what I did.
Probably, the fallacy was lack of gut,
and taking it too long.
I wish this would have been stronger,
in me.
It isn’t.
I get on knees and literally,
put my nose down,
just to make you believe,
what I’m saying, isn’t a joke and bro,
or sis, please believe me,
I’m not insane, it’s true,
But hey, no,
don’t believe even once, even when
you know I did trusted you so blindly,
not so blindly, but almost so,
and gave you chance,
never tried to disrespect or question you
and kill me oh god,
this place isn’t mine,
I’m alone, I’m ALONE…
Please take me higher to you,
I go hopeless at times.
I’m so sick of whatever fun you say it is,
because hey, you never mean it,
it’s hilarious how easily,
I let you play your tune on me,
I’m sorry, I’m sorry dear me.
Too much to bear for you.
Kill me oh me at times I feel so.
Who to blame? but me.
I’m the wrong I know,
the fault is in me.
I tried but I can’t fake myself anymore.
This is me, oh Zeus,
Send down the Hades,
I’m tired of this Aphrodite.
Kill me, take me to the solace.
Peace. I need my own galaxy.
Where is my home?
Please, now no more fate,
I order you oh the forces,
end this… heavens… for your Olympus,
Take me to my home.
Where is it? ©err1585

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#err1585 aka © Ritika Peace

Today I’m here sitting

On this brown chair.

Woke up so late again, 

Everyone has gone away. 

My laziness makes me weak,

On this brown chair, 

Every morning I end up being, 

All alone and cold.

Cold is the weather, not new. 

It’s not I’m not working. 

Working harder on my dreams. 

Nights are for me I feel.

On my bed I sit, 

And write articles for my family. 

Not the work for family, 

It’s work for some people. 

It’s the only way I earn 

to serve my responsibilities. 

No,  no, not pressured anyway. 

On these days, where I remain alone,

At times watching tv, 

Continuously writing, 

And completing house chore; 

I promise to rise and shine, 

Like an exceptional moon, 

Brightest thingy,

Amidst the darkest nights,

And shining with backbone, sun. 

Aloof and cold, 

Sometimes I feel like a damned soul. 

Alone I feel, depressed I call, 

But hey, 

It’s me, 

A legendary writer. 
© Ritika Peace

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Imtihano mein kaat rahe hai zindagi.

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Kuch yu afzano mein kaat rahe hai zindagi.

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Imtihano mein kaat rahe hai zindagi.

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