This poem's numerical progression in structure was inspired from This poem by Elliot. :heart: :blue_heart:
PS : The poem might have references that not everyone might understand. But reading past those is viable. The message of the poem will possibly still get across :revolving_hearts:
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On our first date,
You tell me that
I am naive,
So stupid,
Always looking for
a happy ending,
In movies,
In books,
In strangers, I meet on apps.
Like you.
For always waiting for the sunrise
with a bowl of sweetened curd
to welcome it after a long night.
For always reading
the last few pages of a book
before picking it up.
For filling up my diary
with last lines of stories
that end on a happy note.
On our second date, I tell you that
I just want to make sure,
That I am never short of happy endings.
You tell me that I am naive,
When I tell you that
I'll tear the pages of that diary one day,
Sprinkle glitter and gift them to you.
On our third date,
You tell me,
That not every relationship ends with a hug,
A kiss and a promise.
Some leave residues behind
like ghosts that haunt you all your life.
That not every family holds hands and
bakes fruit cake in the end.
Sometimes the only F in the FAMILY is left,
The F for fragments.
That not every story is a happy rhyme.
On our fourth date,
I tell you, that maybe you are right.
But as naive as I am,
I don't want to read tragic books
that give me 'learnings for life'
as a consolation prize.
I don't want to cry at the movies
because Bauji held Simran's hand too tight
and Raj left, never to return.
Because Voldemort killed Harry.
And Rachel never got off the plane.
I want to hold your hand,
Rest my head on your shoulder and cry,
Because Harry's scar had never pained in years,
Because Ross and Rachel had another baby.
Because Peter Kavinsky ed little things
and drove up to the old age home,
Just because Lara Jean was terrified of driving in snow.
On our sixth date, I tell you that,
I crave for happy endings because I know that
hope is sitting right at my doorstep,
Wearing flowers in her hair and eating popcorn.
Happy endings remind me to open the door.
On our seventh date
I tell you that I love old, rustic, cosy bookstores
that have all kinds of books, neatly stacked.
But every time I visit one,
I always end up with my old favourite paperbacks with happy endings.
They comfort me as my grandmother's blanket does.
So even if there's no one around to us,
I'll wear a black coat, take happy endings by hand
and fight its case in the court of justice alone.
On our eighth date,
We sit on a secluded bench,
You hold my hand and
sheepishly show me all the stories
you have ever written,
Since you were little.
They all have a happy end.
When I tell you,
I love them,
And I love you,
You tell me I am naive,
So stupid.
But later you grin and add
that you are too.
Comments (22)
:sob: :sob: :sob: this is entirely too cute and beautiful I can’t handle it. I love happy endings so much :sob: :sob: :sob:
Thank you so much Celine :sob: :blue_heart:
omg this is so nice🥺
and aH Simran :eyes: ddlj xD
Thankyou! Glad you caught the reference xD
This is soo sweet,Soo beautiful in it's adorable simplicity....DDLJ made an appearance in this,and I was like oooh!!! Oh and the Harry Potter and To all the boys... and friends references just made this already incredible piece more incredible (tho that should be technically impossible,u do have a talent for making the impossible possible,so yeah) :hearts: :hearts: :hearts: :hearts:
This comment means so much. I'm grateful Riley :") :blue_heart:
OKAY! WOAH I— I'M COMPLETELY speechless. Well done, para! THIS IS SO SWEEEEET
Thank you :sob: :sob: :heart: :heart:
Reply to: Para Phrased
*bows down to the ultimate poem god* my pleasure, your majesty
You deserve to feel proud of this poem and I'm sure Elliot would be more than happy that you were inspired by him!
My favourite thing about this poem has to be the fact it starts off on the first date, where the lover isn't too keen on happy endings. But then in the final stanza, she comes around, and the poem ends on a happy ending.
That's beautiful Para. And the way you executed it was godly. The bursts of allusion were so pleasant too.
Although I didn't get some of them, I really appreciated how you cleverly tied them in. and I'm sure they make sense within the context of the poem. You know I love allusion in poems and you delivered them flawlessly. Dang dude.
I might be saying the same things over and over again, but repetition is meaningful. I'm saying stuff again and again because I'm placing emphasis on them. And believe me when I say this, you are an absolute god when it comes to imagery and emotional descriptions.
You write the most memorable images ever, and I believe that any young poet who wants to incorporate more imagery in their poems should study your stuff cuz god. They should learn from the best :heartpulse:
Interesting to note that this poem is heavily punctuated, as in, the presence of the Enjambment is quite minimal. I wonder if that has some sort of symbolism to it, and knowing you, it probably does.
What else can I say? Oh yeah, by the way, I love you and marry me some day :revolving_hearts: :heartpulse: :revolving_hearts:
I'll talk to you in the chat about the symbolism of minimising enjambment. And each of your comments, Han? They just..yeah. they make my day, night, evening. Whatever. Just like you made my life.
Love you too :heart:
Definitely marrying.