sana-rose
Indian
'I never wanted to be a sad poet, / But that's what I always seem to get... / Though sadness makes the sweetest song, / It's bliss unfound that my poems long...' / / A student of Homoeopathic Medicine and Surgery Degree, I am a 21 year old girl, with a positive attitude though sometimes my poems, 'The Torrent From My Soul...', reflect some deep griefs...hopelessness..and heart breaks...but all the same i have faced it all...I love to love and be loved... / And I love rain, roses and chocolates... / My greatest wish is to see my this dream come true...to see my writings brought to light...while I am alive... / / So sometimes, my fingers peck the keys and weird thoughts pour out...like this... I am 21, but I view the world like a child sometimes...and as an adult when you least expect... But all the same it's wonderful to view the world...'coz it's proof that we are still alive... / / With Lots of Love and Prayers to All... / Sana Rose
Quintessential,
Queen of Emotions,
Sensational,
Brings out passions
For what you never
Cared before...
Flabbergastingly
Seduces the quill
To scrawl about her...
Queen Love,
With a fiery crown
Of Blue Diamonds,
Pink Hearts,
Red Roses,
Olive Twigs...
Desire throbs
On her fingertips...
Melodies sprout
From her lips...
Queen Love,
With a proud crown,
Bringing everyone together
With a swish of her gown...
Turns the Sweet Brier
Into Roses of Love,
Her elegance,
Skill to tame...
The wild succumbs,
The cruelly powerful
Kneels down before
Queen Love...
Healed the wounds
Of a heart
Fractured by Infatuations,
Queen Love,
The Queen of Emotions...
June 15th, 2010
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 4:05 AM UTC
Draped in impeccable white,
Today, you lie, oblivious to
Welled-up tears and the tight
Feeling in the chest of a few
Who never could see
Why you, of all, would depart
So soon, without a reason to flee,
Leaving behind one broken heart
Than all the grieving ones...
Baby, you were so little, innocent,
The eyes behind those closed lids once
Twinkled beseechingly in consent
When I called you to finish your cereal...
Never did you say your dislikes
But today, you are free for real,
In my throat, the reality strikes...
Baby, you were so tiny and lovable!
But God took you back before you grew...
Your two-year-old lips were just able
To call me 'Mama'; oh, take me with you!
Your cute fingers held onto my dress
The moment I let your hand go...
To me you always press
In fear, uncertainty and woe
Of being alone in the world,
And now, you made me alone...
Like a tornado, my dreams swirled
Because, leaving Mama, you're gone...
To gather you up, my arms tremble,
To kiss you, my lips quiver,
To ruffle your hair, my fingers fumble,
But my tears just form a river...
Why did I let you go, my baby,
To crush beneath tires larger than you...?
Why couldn't I save you, my baby,
From such pain that you went through...?
Why did I let you be killed
When you were a part of me...
My chest is getting filled
With guilt; my head with insanity...
Your plays, your voice and presence
Were the greatest comfort I had...
Your need, your fears and innocence
Make your absence more sad...
Still, as you lie there in peace,
I'm screaming my sorrows, my pain...
For once, I know what loneliness is;
Time, please go back again...
March 21st,2010
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 4:04 AM UTC
Lonely I am, day and night,
With no one left or right...
Lonely is this room -
Silence and echoes doom...
Empty is my soul, my heart,
Empty is the world when we're apart...
And nothing changes its fate;
The Emptinesses are in Equilibrium State...
June 13th, 2010
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 4:02 AM UTC
Hey, handsome lover of a lonely girl!
Why don't you hold her hand...?
Let your skin talk with hers...
To her ears, let yourself chant...
Hey, sharp-gazed lover of a dreamy girl!
Why don't you touch her cheek...?
Let your skin talk with hers...
In her eyes, let yourself seek...
Hey, warm-armed lover of a shivering girl!
Why don't you cage her in your arms...?
Let your skin talk with hers...
To her soul, send your charms...
Hey, sleepy lover of an ardent girl!
Why don't you make her lips pink...?
Let your skin talk with hers...
Into her, let yourself sink...
July 31st,2009
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 4:01 AM UTC
Moonstones - cool to touch,
Unveiled by only the grace
Of the fine new moon...
Moonstones - glimmer fine
As an iridescent white
To veil the black blots...
Moonstones - smooth, gleaming -
I love to keep them than the
Caging wedding ring...
Moonstones - sea-polished -
I wish I were a moonstone -
Adored, but left free...
June 17th, 2010
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 3:59 AM UTC
Truth is bittersweet -
Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet,
Sometimes a rude joke...
But, The Truth is worse -
No one does know what truth is -
That is The True Truth...
June 16th, 2010 (Night)
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 3:25 AM UTC