The path, which I couldn't see
In the woods and near the sea
Tilted grass ever so green
Black damped and scented soil
Under the shade of the trees
Away from the gaze of the sun
But shinning in moon light
the path so close
Kept hiding from my sight
White flowers in the weeds
Leading to place never seen
Misleading Illusion to the eyes
Of the jungle, river and ice
Blue waters and crystal sky
Island of dreams, the other side
this world I did explore
when I took a step more
Manisha
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
We loved: Juvenile
And lived: For a while
But I: Couldn't see
That you'd: Turned your back on me.
You left: I watched you go.
My life: Walked out the door
We grew: To new depths
My heart: Your greatest theft.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 5:03 AM UTC
The shoes I bought
Are too big for me
But I love them
I love them dearly
I strapped them up tight
I redid the laces
Put on layers of socks
Crammed ***** of tissue to
fill the empty spaces
I submerged them in water
In a pail, to the bottom they'd sink
I left them in the sun
In the hopes that they'd shrink
I just wish that they'd peer through their eyelets
And see me for all I've done
I will not cease to fill the voids
And fulfil the love I've begun
The shoes I bought
They remain too big for me
But I still love them
I love them dearly
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 5:01 AM UTC
This is a farewell song,
The last words that I’ll ever exchange with you.
It’s a goodbye.
The end of everything.
Treat me as a stranger now and I’ll return the favour.
If some day, you run into me,
Do not take pains to smile or say hello, because I won’t return it.
Because a part of me won’t let me smile even if I want to.
Because my veins will tie my hands and stop me to reach for you,
to wave at you, to embrace you, like I once did.
Because this is the end
It’s a goodbye.
You murdered my existence
There’s a part of me that’s always going to hate you,
A part of me that’s always going to remember you,
And remind me why storms are named after people.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
It's a story of heartache 'n heartbreak
I once had a boy or he once had me
I was on my knees 'n the snow was cold
so was he
no sun rays, no fire glaze
all i got was a disapproving gaze
frozen still i could not move
he walked away
I chased his footsteps on the snow
possessed by rage
I didn't realize it was a blizzard passage
No way ahead
No way back
No way to go
But he was long gone out of sight
had left in me no will to live, no fight
Broken soul frozen cold
Back in summer we lived 'n laughed
so enchanted i was, he played his part
But a game indeed it was for him
bitter 'n sweet however it was
I had my head in the clouds
till i came across
a world so unfamiliar 'n strange
'n a strange universe
verse to verse
The story goes
Heartfelt
heart left without beats
it bleeds
every drop of blood
As pure as the love i lived
in every breath i breathed
every day of every season
summer or rain
I loved him just the same
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
I had a red parrot with a long beak
It was a smart bird I aptly named Nick
One day, it caught a cold and fell sick
It refused to give a speech all week
Even its favourite words, it wouldn't speak
Dear parrot's future seemed very bleak
Off for a solution I went to seek
Out of many I made my pick
For the services of a vet called Vic
She was beautiful and brilliant, very chic
Just as I heard, her talents were slick
Her office was neat, her armpits didn't reek
During treatment, my Nick was quite meek
I excused myself to quickly take a leak
Suddenly, from the restroom I heard a kick
I hurried across the hallway to take a sharp peek
And what I saw made my shocked jaws tick
My skinned bird was hanging on a stick
Over a flaming fire laid on a burnt brick
What had I done to deserve such a trick?
Why would Vet Vic perform this flick?
I peered at her carefully but it didn't click
So I wrote this poem and put on lipstick.
REALLY:
Nick is healthy again, it was only a gimmick
I am so happy now, I always wear lipstick ☺
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC
~
Time disappears,
the hours, the days
Lost in the shadows,
a sundial haze
Seizing the moments
our memories trace
Drawing the curtain,
these thoughts to erase
Still I ignore
every clock on the wall
Each ticking second,
the minutes that fall
For all I see
is the beautiful view
Of every new day
I am starting with you
~
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 4:45 AM UTC
Honey laced sweet words
Sugar slippery coated and glaced
Decorated and wrapped in the best
Casted and moulded in the proper set
Used with finesse and matching tone
Years of practice was behind the scene
heartfelt happiness or the showy sympathy
Correct timing with beautiful delivery
Empty words and deaf ears
Fooling culture of exchanging pleasantry
Brutal honesty always hit hard
Society rejects the black sheep from all
Lesson to learn in life
What wins is diplomacy and lies
Manisha
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 10:17 PM UTC
I can't draw
And I can't sing
I can't do a lot of things
I have to take breaks
When I run
Because I pollute
My sorry lungs
I cannot put words
To my feelings sometimes
So I talk in choppy sentences
And send you late night rhymes
I can't get that one strand of hair
To lie flat on my head
And sometimes I forget I'm alive
Convinced that I'm dead
I'm really not good
At getting out of bed
I can't do a lot of things
Other people can
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 6:51 AM UTC