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kiran goswami Dec 2018
Commas are what I fear the most,
They change
I love you
To
I hate this feeling.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
Full stop.
Too strong to end any sentence.
Too weak to start one.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
She used to say
that
She was fire,
So,
He became her Phoenix.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
There was a boy I knew.
He used to say,
He was scared of death.
He said it felt dark
And
hidden
And
engulfing.
He didn't want to die,
He was too scared of death.
But this boy I knew,
Fell in love,
Fell in love with a girl,
Whose skin was as white as snow,
And as soft as velvet of all the shades he could wear in on go.
Whose hair was dark and black as ebony,
And light and brown as a berry.
Whose eyes held the stars
And
Dreams,
And
carried hopes which were heavier than reality.
Whose lips were not as red as a beet,
But
Were as pretty as a September peach.
Whose body was not as clear as that of the magazine girls,
But
Yet she was made up of stardust and yellow pearls.
Whose nose was not the perfect shape,
But
She was his 'idol' kind of face.
Whose body was not as perfect as the stories they tell,
But
As the thousand imperfections like in the poems she wrote.
Whose curves were not as defined as apples, peaches and spheres,
But
Were as captivating as the life of his dreams.
Whose voice was as sweet as milk and honey,
he said.
And whose talks were the only words he wanted to hear.
Who was as precious as life for him.
Whose kisses were burning fire in the mahogany woods with the essence of ambrosia.
But little did he know
that
She was the death he feared to go near.
He loved her,
He said.
But he was scared of death,
He used of say.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
I feel the power,
I feel the wind,
I feel the sky,
I feel it all,
Beneath my feet.
I feel the love,
I feel the hate,
I feel all the feelings,
You've never felt before.
I feel the strong,
I feel the weak,
I feel what I want to be
this time.
I feel the words,
I feel the spaces,
I feel the stories never told
And
The poems never penned.
I feel the rage,
I feel the wolves,
I feel the wild howling inside.
The forests in me are burning me down.
And the animals are ready to chase.
It's not stopping now,
There's no end.
This time I know
I will be the power,
I will be the wind,
I will be the sky,
I will be all I want to be.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
I will be waiting for him,
At the end of the world.
Where the stars don't shine,
And there is no sun.
Where the sky isn't blue,
And the wind doesn't blow.
Where people are not found,
And the birds don't fly.
Where the land comes to an end,
And the sea doesn't begin.
Where love can't be seen,
And hatred can't be heard.
Where life is lost,
And death is not found.
Where I can't speak,
And he can't hear.
Where I tell left,
And he walks to the right.
Where the day doesn't end,
And the night doesn't begin.
Where everything is dark,
And darkness is too bright.
Where I cry for him,
And he smiles for me.
Where I become weak,
And he becomes strong.
Where we finally kiss,
And yet don't touch.
So when the night comes,
I'll be waiting for him,
At the end of the world.
kiran goswami Dec 2018
" I  can treat you better, than he can "
I sang in front of her.

Thanks to Shawn Mendes,
I proposed her without feeling embarrassed.
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