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libidas10
libidas10
20/F/Assam, India If what I seek, waits for me in the shadow of darkness, I want no light, for / If it someday wants to get in me, might get in through the wounds of mine that still bleeds at night, so often..
A year goes round again, The winters are ringing the bell, It reminds me of you, and you. The warmth you hold in you, And my only faith. Winters are harsh here, More harsh it is in my cold heart, Frozen is my soul, Trapped in time. I wonder, if you ever could, for once, Trap me in you, Let me breath in you. Every evening brings reminiscence of our tales, Yet, it ends in me and not reach you. I know, the sun shines bright there, In my home, way back there, I wish I would have sat facing it, And not like, I always turned my back towards it . Today I know, how sacred it was, To not let my heart freeze, so often. I know the mornings would still have mist with it, And the grasses would be wet, They always has the pleasure to tickle your feet. Here wet it is, dew drops, That fall from my eyes. I know, he still stands near the swing, And doesn't find me, He looks for our laughter, I know. Your voice, the spell, That I always woke up for. Today, you don't wake me up, To collect the fallen night jasmines. Fallen here it is, my fragile life. Don't try to collect it dear, Not everything can be recollected, And can be placed back at place.
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Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
Winters
They fall, a little and little each day, And a lot more, My hairs. It has learnt to live my way, I guess. What shall I fear more? Soon to disappear my hairs, Or more sooner my life? It went too dull, too lifeless, Not a long ago. Easy it was ,for me to decide, A little color should not turn out to be bad. I painted it red, Yet not covering it all, Too much of colour and life, Not something I can really bear. Which red are you thinking of? The rose? Blood? Or the sun, fading away? I thought of the sun more, which alone can have beauty in fading too, unlike me. Blood, I don't think of, not much left anyway. And there I made it, The mistake. How could I even think of, colours? The darkness is way too deep, For colours to occupy it's place. Let it be black, My life?
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Jun 28, 2018
Jun 28, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
Lifeless strands
The storms my heart has, for ages, Has begun to soar high now, And, they still go by the smile, O' dear. Amidst all the cacophony, Of my life, I still keep a place, safe, For your silence. I lie here, so pale and dying, The same world you live in. But, you still don't hear me cry.
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May 29, 2018
May 29, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
Cacophony
The sun is magnificent and panoramic, Till it burns you, To the core, it burns you. Have you ever wondered, The same warmth you crave for, Has burnt you to ashes? That city, I escaped into, Dreams burn in the fire, The heat kills me, it kills me. For the place I belong, It rains, and rains, always. This cold comforts me. That city which holds, Dreams of millions, has mine too, But misplaced it, somehow. Ah, it suffocates me, Lend me one more breathe. Back I come, to the place, Where rain renews all, Where morning is still peaceful. And, I still love this sky, desperately!
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
Burn
I was, Trained and tamed, Not to raise my voice, ever. I saw, The Independence of promises, And years after, Which wasn't delivered. This isn't the land they dreamt of. That old lady, she held her head down, She was ashamed. May be her childhood walked with her together, That little girl, She asked whether to stay at home or go to school? She was scared. But I was told to keep quiet, And keep it all inside me. And you think, I am safe? And you say I am free. You tell me I have my own" free will", That little child, The one who left, she had hers, She wanted to live. And,you think those were the only places she was hurt? Will you ever be able to see the heart? Her heart that bled, of terror. But, I was told to keep quiet, All my life.
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 11:09 PM UTC
Quiet
I guess, it started with that, That umbilical cord. Detached I am, from her, Yet she is the only one, I feel belonged to.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC
Love
I have remained scared, All my life, Of people. With every sunrise, I woke up, with a hope, To love people. Every dusk, I slip into my heart, A broken heart, and despair, Hating people. In between days and years, My life kept passing away, My faith kept breaking down Because of people. Everytime, I bleed, I cried, I patted my heart, That someday, my faith will be restored, By people. And then, someone will come in, I will look up to, I try to redefine, people at their best, Thud, they break my heart, Smash down my believes, my faith, Shake my senses, show me, People at their worst. Yes, I am scared, Yes, I do hate people, For one reason, unchanged, "People"
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Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
People
I fell for someone, Who didn't want to even catch me, I was dying for someone, Who didn't care if I live, At last, He kept his ego, I, my self respect.
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Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
Self respect
Do you still walk to that tree, And stand under its shade? And do you walk through that aisle, The one we walked through, Those late winter afternoons. Do you even remember? The way we embraced each other. I don't know what was more comforting and warm, The warmth of your arms, Or the sun kissing me. Do you remember? How I stopped midway, for some time. Will you ever know why? Just to stretch our time together, a little long In a desire to trap the time in me. How would I have known, Time would trap me back. Today, the sun is not comforting anymore. What about I moon I love, you asked. And the nights we have spent counting stars, And staring at the moon. And that song I would sing, When I saw the dawn making its way, Through the horizon. No I don't dare to, Look up to the moon now.
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Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 5:00 AM UTC
Do you?
More cold is my heart, Dead I have always been. And no one cares. You ignite the fire in me, The fire knows no own, It grows to burn me too, the dead bones.
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Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
Dead