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 Jun 2017 Garima Thapliyal
Simple
Twirl me around,
in midnights winter wear.
We'll be at the park,
listening to the
stars flare.
Let's lye down
on the cold grass
and
see the spark
in each others eyes.
Lets dream that we're
far away
from this world,
somewhere else,
where our dreams grow.
Like stars in the sky,
we'll sparkle and shine
just as bright
as those above.
its cold,
I might go back inside?
I walk listening to music
Inside my own tranquility,
Searching these lonely
Yet full streets,
Like a ghost town
For the sociable,
Attention is directed
Toward phone screens,
So we talk about the unspeakable
Silence at an awkward occasion.

We try filling the gaps that we lost,
The cracks that had been opened,
We seclude our souls in this
Marvellous giving world,
We reach for arms but
Can never seem to grab them,
We beg for help but can't seem
To give our own emptiness.

For all could be filling our gaps
Like we need to be fixed,
The falling trees and lives
Match those of sticks and stone,
Sticks resemble our innocence
Whilst stone indicate our hard
Relentless ways to hurt one another.

But I continue to stay in my own
Tranquil world of loneliness,
Because I've grown accustomed
To the curtains I can draw
So easily shut,
I've grown accustomed
To accepting that we will never
Be caring souls anymore.
Modern society.
You stole the breath
That was meant for you,
You stole the heart
That I kept hidden.

Aligned paths, cast in stone,
Breath fire, peninsula,
Ignition to my heart
Longed cold snaps melt away.

You guided our journey
And you had it all figured out,
You held my heart in hand
And you merged it with yours.

Now we both walk the same path
That we were destined to do,
Now that my heart is yours,
You have me, and I have you.
Love I've acquired. Thought I'd share!
 Jun 2017 Garima Thapliyal
Polar
When life feels suspended by a delicate thread
Change is inevitable
I sometimes feel stifled
Tightly constricted
Like a chrysalis
Struggling against transformation
I oppose the transition
And need more time to adapt
Today
A butterfly tapped against my window
Like change asking to come in
If I can comply with Grace
Maybe I too can transcend
And withstand the butterfly effect
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