sankalp17399 - Hello Poetry

Mother, This unruffled wind Stirred by a part of you Wants to be held Closer to mine Back then in time You’d hover through the wild Just to see me smile My mother, full of stories Turned my childhood into precious memories. Mother, I was looking back, gazing these flowers outside my window Recollecting, how you let me be who I wanted to be You let me in your arms And let me grow I love you more Then you could ever possibly know My mother, my spring of joy Even when my wings seem broken She can make me fly. Mother, I hope to be like you Unfolding these petals Petals of kindness, unconditionally From crimson dusk To crimson dawn Soft and vibrant Honey and honest My mother, gentle gardener The loveliest flower of all.

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Jan 18, 2020

Jan 18, 2020 at 3:41 PM UTC

sankalp17399

MOTHER.

Mother, This unruffled wind Stirred by a part of you Wants to be held Closer to mine Back then in time You’d hover through the wild Just to see me smile My mother, full of stories Turned my childhood into precious memories. Mother, I was looking back, gazing these flowers outside my window Recollecting, how you let me be who I wanted to be You let me in your arms And let me grow I love you more Then you could ever possibly know My mother, my spring of joy Even when my wings seem broken She can make me fly. Mother, I hope to be like you Unfolding these petals Petals of kindness, unconditionally From crimson dusk To crimson dawn Soft and vibrant Honey and honest My mother, gentle gardener The loveliest flower of all.

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It was nightfall whilst I commenced Howard and Sufjan resonated my head Heart was thumping against my chest Slightest of drizzle varied my eye Psyche was sketching days to the fore. Plunged dead to the world midnight Came vigorous next to the first light I felt the caring wind filled with bliss Resembling a mother’s kiss The western sky sparkled surpassing dawn. I was drunk on the beauty of this world The sea still, tranquil and cavernous Ignoring the horror, it formerly heard Shortly I glided forward and beyond Draining my past behind...

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Jan 4, 2018

Jan 4, 2018 at 5:13 AM UTC

sankalp17399

Times Of Yore

It was nightfall whilst I commenced Howard and Sufjan resonated my head Heart was thumping against my chest Slightest of drizzle varied my eye Psyche was sketching days to the fore. Plunged dead to the world midnight Came vigorous next to the first light I felt the caring wind filled with bliss Resembling a mother’s kiss The western sky sparkled surpassing dawn. I was drunk on the beauty of this world The sea still, tranquil and cavernous Ignoring the horror, it formerly heard Shortly I glided forward and beyond Draining my past behind...

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Isn’t it startling? The way you say things Things about love Deeper than the ocean You surfed in.

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Nov 29, 2017

Nov 29, 2017 at 2:52 PM UTC

sankalp17399

lover

Isn’t it startling? The way you say things Things about love Deeper than the ocean You surfed in.

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Someone was calling me out. “C’mon” it said. “Who is it?” I said almost in reflex. “This is the ray of light that’ll lead you out of darkness,” Do everything today why leave it for another day it said, Aloud wanting me to go out. I recognized it was my inner voice burning in my mind, To combust my life with flames of happiness. I said why me? It said it was in you even if you didn’t knew. I could smell it as a hope; it was turning me to go. It was something more than me, All I can utter to myself was “LETS GO”.

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Jul 30, 2017

Jul 30, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC

sankalp17399

Inner Soul

Someone was calling me out. “C’mon” it said. “Who is it?” I said almost in reflex. “This is the ray of light that’ll lead you out of darkness,” Do everything today why leave it for another day it said, Aloud wanting me to go out. I recognized it was my inner voice burning in my mind, To combust my life with flames of happiness. I said why me? It said it was in you even if you didn’t knew. I could smell it as a hope; it was turning me to go. It was something more than me, All I can utter to myself was “LETS GO”.

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The river has water, I need wine. Then I’ll be totally fine. Can you be mine, can you be mine? We will dance across the line. Hold my hand, See the world. Be my side, Be my world. Can we live well? Not in heaven, nor in hell. Just you, I and the time Can you be mine, can you be mine? For the rest of my life.

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Jun 9, 2017

Jun 9, 2017 at 9:55 AM UTC

sankalp17399

Mine.

The river has water, I need wine. Then I’ll be totally fine. Can you be mine, can you be mine? We will dance across the line. Hold my hand, See the world. Be my side, Be my world. Can we live well? Not in heaven, nor in hell. Just you, I and the time Can you be mine, can you be mine? For the rest of my life.

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The world is not petite, The world is not a whole lot. The world is I, The world is you. We beneath the blue appear like an ocean, We flanking the blue appear like a sky. For us, clouds in the ocean Waves on the sky.

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Jun 5, 2017

Jun 5, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC

sankalp17399

Our World

The world is not petite, The world is not a whole lot. The world is I, The world is you. We beneath the blue appear like an ocean, We flanking the blue appear like a sky. For us, clouds in the ocean Waves on the sky.

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How blameless is that stone lying beneath the sky beside the shore Sway of woe showering up to him Indignity, nope Kicked to the depth By someone he cared about Memories scintillating as he’s drowning down The happiest laughs and the saddest tears screening up He’s down, drowned in his mind Heart trying to swim Hope falling ill. His heart was full of love He loved her ton For her it was only fun. Love is more painful Then a shot by a gun Slowly setting was the sun. He and the darkness Gone astray As the moon came in His world was she, as he thought Soon he learnt, it wasn’t her. We live our lives People live theirs Prominently, we should be ours Rather being someone else’s Live every moment with the ones that truly cares Not with the ones who give a **** Always remember Loving is not easy, nor living Like breathing Keep doing.

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May 31, 2017

May 31, 2017 at 3:28 PM UTC

sankalp17399

Blameless You.

How blameless is that stone lying beneath the sky beside the shore Sway of woe showering up to him Indignity, nope Kicked to the depth By someone he cared about Memories scintillating as he’s drowning down The happiest laughs and the saddest tears screening up He’s down, drowned in his mind Heart trying to swim Hope falling ill. His heart was full of love He loved her ton For her it was only fun. Love is more painful Then a shot by a gun Slowly setting was the sun. He and the darkness Gone astray As the moon came in His world was she, as he thought Soon he learnt, it wasn’t her. We live our lives People live theirs Prominently, we should be ours Rather being someone else’s Live every moment with the ones that truly cares Not with the ones who give a **** Always remember Loving is not easy, nor living Like breathing Keep doing.

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I rinse from my tears, when I got home Don a black fur, coffee streaked on it, hours back When we isolated from apiece, weeping Reminiscences drizzling, cold and warm. You came into vision, gloomed My eyes were sealed Whispering, the lot has altered You and me, terminated. In the vein of a tree Whirling you and me Slowly, sailing into the deep sea Where float countless mystery. Unsurpassed things are memories Blissful among the alluring winds Afraid among the moaning waves Lashing and hammering through my wits. Hope confers my heart That mending is no less than an art Love is the cure that slumps hate apart Time and again, I wish I could go back to the start.

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May 30, 2017

May 30, 2017 at 2:13 PM UTC

sankalp17399

Reminiscences

I rinse from my tears, when I got home Don a black fur, coffee streaked on it, hours back When we isolated from apiece, weeping Reminiscences drizzling, cold and warm. You came into vision, gloomed My eyes were sealed Whispering, the lot has altered You and me, terminated. In the vein of a tree Whirling you and me Slowly, sailing into the deep sea Where float countless mystery. Unsurpassed things are memories Blissful among the alluring winds Afraid among the moaning waves Lashing and hammering through my wits. Hope confers my heart That mending is no less than an art Love is the cure that slumps hate apart Time and again, I wish I could go back to the start.

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