Who are you waiting for?

O my heart, and why?

Silence is forever,

Loneliness is nigh.

Nobody cares for you...

Or for me

Then why do we cry?

Why do you dream of nights past?

Why do I make the memories last?

Be it a bed of roses...

Or of thorns

Our fate is to yield and sleep.

Let go of ties that bind us

And leave the liaisons behind us.

Your happiness, my heart,

Has always been

A cause for me to weep.

Who can you call your own truly?

To Who can I relate dearly?

There's no one to share this agony.

So, who are you waiting for?

O my heart, and why?

Silence is forever

Loneliness is nigh.

Mirror Mirror, on the wall

Can you wait while I answer the call?

Will my MC take the bait

Or will he play it safe and wait?

Have I paid all the pending bills

How quantum particles jump over hills?

What's for lunch? And for dinner?

Powerball's due. Will I be a winner?

Mirror mirror, you reflect and I do too

Just let me see this project through

Then a promo may be on the cards

A game of sticks and juicy rewards.

Once done, I may relax and sigh

Taking time to ask how and why

Should my MC work around the hitch

And stop the villain, the troll, and the witch!

Someday I will reveal it to the world

The clever tale I spun; all unfurled

Then I can go back to my real life

To bills, to jobs, and chores; the usual strife.

There are nights that don't end with a dawn

It's the night I'm now trying to pass.

The heavy slab of sorrow, plunges my heart to drown

Into the depths of the ocean; a deep crevasse.

Tell me, the eternal stars who look down on me:

What's my fate? Where's my destiny?

My constant burning did not illuminate

A pathway for anyone or help ignite

Passion that would invigorate;

I lost the battle without a fight.

I chase the dreams and the demons

But end up running from them

With not enough excuses or reasons

And the feeling that I'm not at helm.

So tell me, the eternal stars with all you can see:

What's my fate? Where's my destiny?

She looked forward to the day

All decked up, and ready to slay.

Over tea and snacks would then unfold

Funny and poignant incidents; all told

To impress the family of prospective groom

As they all sat around and scanned the room.

The boy then, cleared his throat

And rattled off, as if on rote

How about cooking, and do you sew?

Will you tend the house, make it grow?

How about singing; to entertain me?

Will you argue unceasing, or just agree?

She stared at her feet and did wonder

If this match is just a big blunder

For he did not care for what she likes

If she's a scientist or if she writes.

This marriage proposal, then, was to investigate

Her submissive demeanour, and to interrogate.

I wonder as I scan the caged faces on Zoom

Is it, perhaps, the Stockholm syndrome?

All around the smiles, all ready to bloom

Hiding the uncomfortable, the humdrum.

Are we really "super excited" for everything?

Are the no regrets, and ways forward just for PC?

What did happen to our true and honest being?

Questions, I have questions, don't you see?

I am sure there's pain, and there's some sorrow

In each of our lives that needs to be seen

And heard, not always put on mute for tomorrow;

The camera turned off, hiding how I've truly been.

For when we ask "how are you", we don't want to know

For real, and if they did tell, would we even care?

So, all we do is let our best backgrounds glow

Blur them a bit and touch up some more: seems fair.

I look around the room, and I wonder

If everybody here is somebody, somebody

Like a whimper unheard amidst a roaring thunder

I feel I'm a stranger, an absolute nobody.

Just a tiny me is all I ever embody

I feel I'm a stranger, an absolute nobody.

I've worked the days and lived the night

Of this rich, famous, brave new world

Where they ignore me with all their might

But it's not for me. I'm small and unfurled;

A dying, withering bud left to its own folly

Just a tiny me is all I ever embody

I feel I'm a stranger, an absolute nobody.

Dad poems can just lie

All day without being read

He's got a lie sense, you see

To twist everything that's said.

A dad's lies are just the truth

Twisted as a cheeky pun

Why take life Sirius-ly when

You can be a star,

While having fun!

Not a poet, I make a few words rhyme.

For ballads, elegies, and sonnets take a long time.

In this short life, lasting but a few moments,

Is there one that we can call our prime?

Like the bards ago who thrilled, ne'er did last.

Dwelt a season of hope, or despair, and passed.

Their lives, a flit, like the blink of an eye:

Years and years that fly by, just too fast!

So will my verse, in the ether, disappear

Ones I cherish today, ones I hold so dear.

Yet, there'll be many who come along tomorrow

Daydream rhymes of joy, of love, and sorrow

They will surpass anything I could every say

Have far better readers than you, who follow.

So why would anyone care about what I write

Nay, why should they hold my view or insight.

Not a poet, I make a few words rhyme

For ballads, elegies, and sonnets take a long time

In this short life, lasting but a few moments

Is there one that we can call our prime?

Alice counted them, the Chlorine electrons:

"But now you total up from seven to eight!"

"Yes", they shouted harmoniously, all at once

"We're in partnership with Sodium Syndicate!"

"Together, we are Sodium Chloride

You may call us the Salt of the Earth!"

"Seven of us bond with Sodium's one

and our valence shell shall have no dearth."

"Sounds very cooperative", smiled Alice,

"But I wonder which one of you is from Sodium?"

"I am, I am", then "He's the one, he's the one"

Came eight loud responses, in unison.

"How rude, they always speak at once, and

They all do have the same name too"

So Alice thought it was pointless, really,

Guessing among electrons, who was who!

"Could you explain," she couldn't help asking

"How come the charge on Sodium is now positive?"

"When even if it lost one electron,

"Surely the others still make it negative?"

"All the negativity of the electrons put together

Is kept in check by the atom's nucleus."

"An electron, if lost, makes it a positive ion

And, if gained, is negative just like us!"

"You seem quite upbeat to me", said Alice

But what, or who is this Nucleus you mention?"

Nervously they looked around and whispered:

"Don't speak of it now, but every atom has one!"

"The positive charge in the nucleus

Keeps us negative electrons in balance"

"It pulls us in but we are too agile

And so goes on this atomic dance!"

"This molecular tango is quite impressive,

I guess I exist and that's all its fault!"

"For now," she concluded, "my head's spinning

So I'll take all of this with a grain of salt!"