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455 · Dec 2017
Season's first rain
I looked up,a little hope in sight
Been forever since heard the pittar patter
The only thing which makes me quiet

Suddenly the guilt inside me died
As I felt the drops of rain trickling down my conscience
Mad with joy I was
I forgot what I did I past

The first rain washed it all away
The thing I feared will stay
The first rain sculptured the new me
With overwhelming fragrance of wet mud and glee

From then I was never chased by my bad dreams
The old me was long been drained
All my sins vanished , they died with greed
Thanks to season's first rain
249 · Jan 2018
Trouble
It was blur and I was over
My breath tightened
My speed became slower
And I knew it was coming closer

Trouble was its name
Following me was its game
But everytime I lost
a spark my smouldering fire got

This time I was near to fail
When my smouldering fire burst into flames
I still remember that day
When I finally knew the way
Of how I could fly above the pain
233 · Jan 2018
Life
Life is not an easy sum
It is difficult and tough
It has hate and despair
But also love and care
Try don't be too shy
That's what life teaches us
With love and care
Hate and despair
I was 8 yrs old when I wrote this poem....I was looking at these old memories and found myself smiling....I was mildly surprised to see my evolution in poetry
154 · Dec 2017
Awaiting love
Her teary eyes stared blankly
Some said to move on Some to stay firm
Carrying the weight in her heart
She decided to believe her love

— The End —