“Love or lust” – Poetry

Is this love or it is lust ?
I ask just why it is must?

If it was lust, it wouldn’t be you
It would be my greedy eyes on you

Then why don’t we leave a chance
To get done with the romance

It has to be one of the laws of attraction
Else why not I get the answer for my equation

I know this is wrong, just so wrong.
But day by day my feelings would only go strong.

I said this is for the time being, it will fade away
Because I never knew you will made my heart your forever stay.

When did it happen, when did we come close
Only to let you know the situation will become worse

It is possible by not meeting
But how to stop my heart from beating

Yes it is my heart , that looks out for you
With its every beat, it remembers you

Now it’s time.
To realise you are not mine
Always it hurts
May be little lessen with time

The only person should know this is you
Well you know, my heart belongs to you

Now it’s time for you to leave
As you loved me, that’s what I believe.

Much love

Riya

I am not suppose to be – poetry

I am me

I am myself

Do you have a problem with that?

Yes I m terrible,I do horrible things, but who doesn’t anyways.

I eat, I don’t

I bath,I dont

I talk,I do a lot

I study,I don’t

I sleep, I don’t

I dream,I do a lot

That’s what I have known being me,myself.

I think I am cute

I think people likes me

I think I am solved

I think I know where am I going

I think I love to work

I think people at work loves me

I think I have friends

I think friends think I am their friend

I think I am in love I think he loves me too

I think I miss my parents

I think my brother misses me too

I think I want to party

I think I can stay alone

I think I can take care of myself

I think I can shop alone

I think I like to cook

I think he loves to eat that

I think I am strong because I can’t b weak enough

I think I am funny because people laugh at me

I think I am stupid Because I dont think much before saying

I think I am smart because I know what am I doing

I think I love my job Because I can’t wait to be there

I think I hate my home Because loneliness kills me here

No..no it’s not the fact,

It’s what I think

But the fact is,

I know what I want

I know what I need

I know what I am supposed to be

At least I am not supposed to be alone At least that is not what I was meant for.

I wrote this when I stayed alone in kolkata in my initial years of service. I am happy Its not the case anymore

Much love

Riya