Story of a Poet: #44. He and She fought to become one.

I don’t normally write poems like these. It was just a challenge accepted to form positivity from negativity.

He never was.
But, then she was.
He waited on her ‘shut up’.
She decided to step up.

He pleaded guilty of his sins.
She created her own reigns.

He wanted her to be shy.
She one day planned to fly.

He tore apart her wings.
She moaned and groaned at these flings.

He started to burst.
She startled in disgust.
He desired no more lust.
She blinded him on mistrust.

She was once an angel to him.
He created story beyond the stars so dim.
She reminded him of love of the past.
He faked her tears for every thing, but art.

She pleaded guilty for her mistake.
He deleted feelings from his stake.
She could do nothing to save herself.
He could see nothing but a beast in himself.

She desired freedom, nor any love beguile.
He cared about nothing, except her smile.
She undesirably became a witch, at least.
He purposefully became at most, the beast.



19 thoughts on “Story of a Poet: #44. He and She fought to become one.

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  1. Saiz,
    This is a very emotive poem which I enjoyed reading.
    I also read your description about you, your pen-name and the blog. Very inviting and right up my alley.
    Will explore further.
    p.s. how do you pronounce the word Saiz?

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    1. That was really motivating appreciation from your side Ma’am.
      I feel humbled and honored.
      You sure explore me. There is a vast vanity into my words within this blog.
      And don’t forget to follow.

      How do I pronounce it by writing?
      Let me try.
      Sae is pronounced like yay, and just add ‘z’ at the end. And there you are.

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                1. And you still ‘Sigh’ like you are almost done.
                  Well. The only thing I regret in my life is ‘Growing Up’, if only you remember.
                  Let times change, and us remain the same. 😛

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                  1. Yeah. I am done, you guessed right.
                    No I didn’t, thanks for reminding. 🙂 This sentence is a cliche and it confuses me most of the time.
                    I’d need time-travel powers for that lol. I don’t think it works in real life, at least not in a girl’s life. What’s your opinion?


                    1. No, I did not guess it right. You just made it right.
                      Certainly not a girl of your kind. But, sometimes it’s okay to not feel the change.
                      On a prime basis, times change, people change, reasons change, values change, and everything seems so new that one needs even more time to adapt to the situations, but change is inevitable, as they always say. A girl or a guy doesn’t really differ in that case. What say?

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                    2. As I used to say, its hard to differ your language in your comments and in your blogs. No you are right, I’m letting you win this time. Hah.
                      I don’t understand the sentence but I’ll leave it there. Yeah you’re right. It’s inevitable. Gender doesn’t really matter in that case. But according to the Eastern society, it does matter.

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                    3. Was I alive when you said that?
                      I did never hear you say it even if I was. So, yeah, now I know that it differs.
                      What do you mean by ‘this time’? You have never won over me before even.
                      Ans as far as society is concerned, then let’s pause for a moment and salute this kind of society for their norms.

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