Aayush Rathod

Aayush Rathod Oct 2015

With misty eyes, I now sit in my room,
While the birds and the trees choir outside,
Bidding to ravish my soul with joy,
As I recall my past, or think about my future.

How cruel my life is,
To give me such a feeling-
That I love solitude,
But loathe loneliness?

The moments I live, I die,
And the moments that have died,
Live, and make me sad,
Make me cry.

And if ever was I to be happy,
When is it, Will it come?
Or will I lie still, in my room,
Alone and Weeping,
On these scented books,
Whose pages now feel like blades-
Bright and blinding?

And then what,
Will I die too,
The same way as I live,
Lonely and Weeping...

#sad #depression #life #lonely #sadness #crying #books #blades #pages

Aug 2015

LadyBird

A Pretty Kind of Sad

Some people feel their pain with grace.
Some people swallow their emotion and let
It claw out of their chest with an exquisite
Spray of blood and a melodious sob.
Some people wake every morning,
Sure that they are alive because their heart
Is adorned with the scars to prove it.
Some people are a pretty kind of sad.

Other people are brutish transformers.
Other people quietly inject their toxic pain
Into their bloodstream and wait for it to run its course.
Other people work every day to sweat it out,
But never quite feel clean enough.
With clogged arteries, other people explode.
Their pain takes their power and other people
Break things, break people, break love.

In hiding you will find only danger;
There is never anything beautiful about anger.

#death #loss #grief #coping

Aayush Rathod Aug 2015

The Last...

The harsh winds caressed her cheeks
As she stood there high up
With her heart beating like thunder
And chaos rising through her soul,
And though the streets shimmered-
Like the stars higher up above her,
Her eyes were shadowed, still in darkness
Of her own soul, and misery
And she stood there,
Anxiously awaiting her deliverance,
With no fear taunting her nerves.
And a voice whispered in her ear,
Quiet like the wind, serene, yet biting,
'Just one more step'
And opening her arms wide,
Holding on to her tears, she let go,
And she fell, fell, fell,
For hours through beautiful memories.
And like ocean waves, she now felt the wind
On her scarred skin, resisting her,
And now, for the first time,
She felt weightless, like a feather,
And as her cold face gave away a grin,
The hard concrete earth kissed her tender skin,
And she was gone, like the wind...

#suicide #depression #sadness #stars #night #wind

Apr 2015

Sara Beth Cannon

When the Dust Settles

Maybe, when the dust settles,
I'll look up and find your gaze fixed on me.

You'll wipe the grit from your eyes,
Blown up by the turbulence we called our relationship.

You'll see past the cloud of doubt and fear and hopelessness,
That seems to have pervaded the sanctuary of your peace of mind.

And when the dust settles,
Maybe you'll still love me.

Because I can't stop loving you.

#love #heartbreak #pain #hope

Aayush Rathod Apr 2015

Forgotten Romances

Oh, I remember the forgotten romances,
And tragedies of times forgotten,
Unsaid-
When my dear loved one lies next to me.
And why I imagine you,
Not her.
And wish my angels,
For a truthful dream.
And why,
Do I miss you still,
When my dear loved one lies next to me...

Posting after quite a long time :)
I hope you like it.

#love #dream #romance #forgotten #meh #missher

Dec 2014

Sean Critchfield

Poem by Chance

Breathe.

Settle yourself.

Try to understand.

We were meant to love.

And if we can not love, then we were meant to try to love.

And failing that we were made to breathe.

And try again.

-Sean Critchfield

This is the product of an exercise. I was instructed to grab the 7th book on my shelf, turn to page 7, and use the 7th line as my first line. The poem was restricted to seven lines.