Maybe I wasn't all there, maybe you weren't all here either.
But then to love is to take from each other, things that can never be returned.
Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
If you stop writing poetry,
You start living one.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 1:06 PM UTC
Like my favourite pair of pointees, watching right back at me, whispering "pick me, pick me.."
I picked you, after a long troubled walk on streets where lights were dim, I picked you, as your leather looked shiny and thin.
I picked you, who lay there without a hitch, I picked you, thinking there'll be no further confusion or glitch.
Unaware of the material tags you bare,
but you seemed so nice on my first wear to further care.
There was no question of competition, you become my favourite red pair without inhibition.
I'll stand tall in you and your fine body sleek, you knew my cold feet needed some heat.
I bought you, my favourite pair, with love, no despair.
You were 3 inches? but in time you caused such pain, you started wearing out in the time to the silly rain.
Slicing my skin from within, came along funny pricking pin.
Red love wise? or a trade off to beauty than a smart wear in disguise?
A little did I bleed here and there, but **** you'd care..Since you were mine I wasn't scared, I just couldn't get you off my stare.
I would try to match a dress just to put my feet in you, I'd give mom funny reasons unlikely to be true.
I wore the pain around as you made me feel all pretty, tall and somewhat right.
I put bandages then, while you hurt me with your touch of leather edgy might.
More tight..? I refuse, you leave a mark like a permanent bruise, but I loved you, I wanted to keep you and that wasn't any news.
Your memories even today remain loved and intact, as I put you back in the box that's tightly packed.
Saying a goodbye to my crazy act, I roam bear feet now than putting my feet through another short wrath.
Jul 31, 2016
Jul 31, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
I walked past him saying,
"You're so beautiful, I never want to see you again".
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
***Interstellar's theme song plays
Multicolored confetti bursts
Heart beats a little slower
Tears roll a little faster
Emotions take over
Feelings quivered
Words deplete
Body numb
Moments
Stay
&
I am***
CONSUMED
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
We met in the lush greens,
We met in the smoke stare,
We met sitting, chatting on a swing,
We met laughing at whatever life would bring.
We met like unstable magnets,
We met under warm blankets,
We met below the shooting stars,
We met on long drives bikes and cars.
We met in swimming waters,
We met drinking quarters,
We met on beaches & shores,
We met and I promise nothing bores.
We met again when we missed the fun,
We met again, our hands were numb,
We met again when there was silence,
We met again with a loss of balance.
And then again we met writing poetry.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
Since childhood we made choices of good or bad
Since childhood we made choices to be happy or sad
Choices we made stick to truth or fake
Choices we made learning to give or take
Teenage passed, parental pressure in making choices
Teenage passed, with our thoughts all filled of their noises
Our growing dreams were hard choices to refine
Our growing dreams to chase? Or society divine?
Threatening were some choices, see clues
Threatening were valued people, we lose
So promise...
Today I will stick to the choices I make
Today as I love myself more than it takes
Will not run around to make your world mine
Will not run to get your attention in dime
At every step two paths divide
At any step you can choose yours and I will choose mine
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
**Breathe with your brain,
think from your heart
&
let the blood flow through your lungs when you survive.**
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
While little did it rain
We followed her down the lane
Waving an order of restrain
Shouting,"This looks insane!"
What the hell was going on?
Who beat her here and there?
Why the hell were her clothes torn?
Leaving face all swollen, scars bare?
We followed her through the meadow
Asking,"Why let yourself through this?"
She ran from her own shadow
Crying, "It's for the stomach and kids."
"My man is my **** I'm bought by his kiss,
My eyes are blinded by his love mist,
Being sold every night, was a surprise twist,
I believe in the end he's mine and I am his."
Dreaming to sail world with money they make
She knew not, all his stupid promises were fake
Few years from now, no patterns brake
Her body's advantage is all he'd take
This agonising pain, holds no gain
Don't push your life away in filthy drain
But how to her do we explain?
So young, so beautiful, stuck in a trafficking chain
Cruel world for those who know nothing
Innocence will fade, if we don't do something
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 2:19 PM UTC
Sometimes the truth is hard to find,
A little bit of trust, eats a bit of your mind,
I run over rocks to feel the pain,
Let it rain, don't seek, no gain.
Only for a moment I stopped to look back,
For a smile on my face he left me years back,
His hands were comforting, his voice was deep,
Love ran on his face, love literally did reek.
It's all hazy now, didn't break no trust,
I was his, and so was my lust,
Lies and darkness he endowed upon me,
Where was his love flying, all so suddenly?
I tried to figure, solve, what triggered,
I tried to detach, but my happiness withered,
Used ways and means to leave him behind,
Couldn't help myself but look back, in hindsight.
Every imposition was suddenly revoked,
Felt free, with no hope, a bit choked,
What was I doing? What was I? So mad?
In the end it's my life, what makes me glad.
I won't do this, I won't do that,
Hell of a rebel, I had in my hat,
I wasn't going to fall, not again,
Somehow my heart beat wasn't the same.
This new life, then held my hand,
Only to make me understand,
Just two of us, no needs, no demand,
Here we are, here together we stand.
Different as it was, I could look in his eyes,
Fun things we did, everyday is still a surprise,
No false promises, no space for lies,
Wonder how he makes me feel this confident and shy!
Would I walk a mile again? Heart's been through a lot,
Will love get back, with no hate in plot?
I have everything, as much as I need,
Just need some love, don't have to beg or plead.
Let love happen again?
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 2:26 AM UTC