Unbeknownest to the world
We're all living our insanities within...
May 8, 2014
May 8, 2014 at 11:43 AM UTC
Dear little red hint across my cheek,
The heart that you wish to,
Is too difficult to please!
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 6:00 AM UTC
And you keep mistaking the silence for love,
Dear heart, breathe,
He isn't him anymore..
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
A beautiful silence, this, between us,
It separates your existence from mine,
I wonder where you are,
While this song I write,
And try and rhyme,
What you say, what you do,
And if ever you think of me,
Your voice as natural as the heart’s beat,
And your touch that rings through my spirit’s essence,
Your laugh that holds what is most dear,
And you exhale the breath that hath blew my hair,
My finger adorns the ring you got,
As that scarf tries to escape my neck,
The one that on your counsel I bought,
I can feel your hands entwined in mine,
And breathe your neck, the smell of wine,
When we did hug last,
And your frame did kiss mine,
The magic you cast when you looked into my eye,
That moment I treasure and shall forever,
And trade it for not any of its kind,
I miss you too sudden, too much,
As this silence between us grows,
I wonder when next we shall meet,
Or will we ever, who knows?
But I will think of you all along,
And you will play like nature’s song,
In the haunts of my mind, body and soul,
You be the beauty in the beholder’s eye, I behold,
And for a minute, I will let go and stop,
Searching for answers I’ve been long denied,
And think of you and of you alone,
And wonder what you’ve become while you’ve grown,
And of what we had that September night,
As I give in to this battle with the tears I fight,
And love you while I can,
As I miss us till we turn one again,
And pray for you, for me, for us,
So the highest powers would know,
With time, even the love shall grow,
Or at least in my heart I think it will,
Till the sands of time bury the ache again…
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 3:42 PM UTC
Nothing of what was now remains
Sweet have been the losses and the gains
Losing inhibitions that for years have been
A part of her, unknown and unseen
What was black is now grey
So much to tell but no words to say
Conforming to all that nasty and nice
Experience, most of all things, makes you wise
Soft wrinkles on the carefree brow
Love makes you stand low and bow
A sweet friendship to it converts
As it escalates the joy and heals what hurts
In the past times, those have been
Saw a girl growing out of her teen
As fate would have it, cupid did strike
This little damsel, a man she did like
The two, over time, grew into one another
Her lover seemed a father, son, friend and a brother
Gentle and fierce, their passions blew
And the bird to her cage, she flew
Sharing food, eating out of each other’s hand
Holding and caressing, as if in a no man’s land!
Squealing as she saw her lover’s visage
Another moment, tear stricken, affectations led by a mirage
He had promised her not
To either stay or even love her a lot
Yet his hand held with her unflinching faith
Poised she stood, with a woman’s grace
And at last came, the dreaded time to leave
He sat to smile, while she stood to grieve
He wandered away into his unknown land
Waiting, she spent her time counting sand
He hasn’t returned, she’s still in a wait
Hoping their roads cross, and merciful be fate
By his memories she continues to exist
That hand was his, the hand she had kissed
Faltering ever, as her burden of hope weighs her down
While those eyes in tears, continue to drown
Back to where she began, fearing and insecure
Will the wounds ever heal, she’s still not sure.
Apr 10, 2014
Apr 10, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC
The rush of temperature up my cheek
The impatient heart’s impatient beat
The smiles for no reason
This sudden feeling of wanting to please
Makes me feel so unknown to me...
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
How each verse
Rings through the mind
Impregnates the thought
And runs through lines?
Apr 8, 2014
Apr 8, 2014 at 2:42 PM UTC
A nightly muse
Of thoughts diffuse
A thoughtless mind
With thoughts unkind,
A rhyme's plea
Beckoning to be,
A poet's mind
Her words unbind,
Far un sightly
Pained and slightly
Chaotic, inter-weaved
Labyrinthine and unseamed...
Her thoughts' stream,
A labored possession
Of loved recollections,
An urging tempt
To write unkempt
And sing untamed
Before the morrow
Bury thy sorrow,
In paper clean
Ink, ink blots
Joining scattered dots
Of unleashed thoughts
Across paper lays
Her scattered brain
All efforts vain
Seeming to be
Before trauma passes
Brought back sane
Weighing her losses
Weighing her gains
Poetic muse, that
Worded rather well
Like some stranger
She hath read
That signed below
Name familiar so
It dawned upon
This lady, wrong
Whenever did she
Write that song?
Which hers is
Now to call
'Tis dawn's dew
Awakening a new
Knowing of self
Last night's fire
Burned through those
Sheets of tire
Sudden smiles befriend
An unknowing visage
That must be
That must be
That is me
Spoke her mirage...
-Aayushi
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC
At a gun's glance
Said he
Let me **** you first
And then me
The gun laughed
At the lovers' plight
An only winner...
In eye's sight
Alternate ending-
That beast's might
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
When you'd take leave
I thought I'd grieve
But it has now dawned
Now that you're gone
That it is all but the same
And that change changes change
In leaving you’ve left
Me, space for another
As for his arrival
I’m caught in a wait
The wait
That eternal seeming dictation of fate…
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC