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Sep 2018 · 282
Your Name
kiran goswami Sep 2018
And I know that you don't know,
That I know you.
And I didn't know that I'll say this,
But tonight I wish upon the stars for you.
I wish the moon to grant me you.
And I know that you'll never know,
That I'm writing for you.
Because when I see you,
I don't believe my eyes,
I don't believe a sight could ever be so mesmerizing.
What are you hiding?

And I know that you don't know,
Your smile hypnotizes me,
You laugh magnetizes my gaze at you.
And I didn't know that I'll say this,
But today I ask the skies above
I ask the God above to see you.
And I know that you'll never know
That I'm writing for you.
Because when i see you,
I don't believe my eyes,
I don't believe a sight could ever be so bewitching.
What are you feeling?

And I know that you don't know,
That your words captivate me,
Whatever you say just makes me day.
And I didn't know that I'll say this,
But now I want to step on the land you step,
Drink the water you drink,
Do whatever you say,
Go wherever you tell,
I know this sounds like a fool,
But trust me, I am not one.
And I know that you'll never know,
That I'm writing for you.
Because I am in love,
In love with you,
And it is hard to tell,
What is the reason though.

And when I look at you,
My heart beats and beats,
And repeats and repeats,
Your Name.
Sep 2018 · 358
Numb
kiran goswami Sep 2018
Lost souls
Hidden beneath
I Crawl in pain
Leisurely he breathes.
Tears fall,
Smiles are faked
Roses have thorns
Petals are burnt
Sunlight is dark
Darkness feels light
The devil kisses every inch of hers
The snow feels warm
And the wind feels cold
It's numb she knows
It's a story no one has ever told.
Sep 2018 · 216
Winner
kiran goswami Sep 2018
The turmoil of emotions
Is taking over me,
I guess again your words
Are winning over me,
Those bars of love,
I'm caged behind them
I won't survive anymore
And now it's time to end.
I've seen my lost soul cries in a corner
And now it's time for me say goodbye
Everything you did is taking over me.
Now you are winning over me.
Sep 2018 · 107
I fear time
kiran goswami Sep 2018
Someone asked me recently,
What's my biggest fear
Or what scares me until I die.
I thought and thought
Over and over again.
Couldn't come up with an answer,
What is it that scares me the most.
Was it the life I loved or the life I lost,
The fear of losing my 'reputation' .
Or maybe not being 'perfect' was what haunted my heart.
Maybe losing him was something I never wanted,
Or revealing my bare skin behind the clothes.
Maybe staying all alone was something I feared,
Or maybe falling off of this mask that I always wear.
But then I heard ' it ' ticking in my ears
It echoed like the strings of a viola.
I looked at my aging hand
And saw it glimmering in the sunlight,
It was showcasing the ' time '.
Second by second I knew it was passing, the happy moment of my life,
And minute by minute I knew it was coming, the death was waiting at my door.
Hour by hour I was fading away,
Day by day they were leaving me.
And when death came to embrace me,
I smiled for I knew it was ' time ' that I feared.
Time death happy fear scared haunted
Sep 2018 · 191
Just another woman.
kiran goswami Sep 2018
Her effervescent soul was searching for a nonchalant voice to speak for her,
Dwindling the songs she's never heard before,
Wishing upon the stars to be independent from her own barriers.
She was rising from the flames of the fury that burned inside her.
Strong she was, she wanted to show.
Fearless ahead she wanted to go.
A place for herself she wanted in this world,
An abode where the sun would never set and the stars would never go.
She was just another woman fighting for her rights, believing she'll get them someday.
Sep 2018 · 264
Thirty but Seventeen
kiran goswami Sep 2018
And she's still standing there,
On the shore of her memories.
With her lost dreams and forgotten laughs,
With her vanished hope and obliviated time.
With her stolen reminisces and extinct days.
In the blink of an eye, the time flew by,
In the flash of an eye, the seventeen year old grew up, why...
And she's still standing there,
Slowly sinking down the earth.
Wondering when did she lose it all.
When did she lose her smile,
When did she lose her mother's hug.
When did she lose her golden days,
When did she lose her life.
When did she turn thirty.
In the blink of an eye, the time flew by,
In the flash of an eye, the seventeen year old grew up, why...
The korean drama 'Thirty but Seventeen' inspired me to write this.
May 2018 · 122
Son of Death
kiran goswami May 2018
I saw her eyes, pure and white
I never saw her face because she warned I might go blind.
I never saw her smile, not even once in a lifetime.
She warned me not to go near earthlings
For people, as far as she told, hated us.
I didn't know why,
My mother and me were detested so much.
Maybe because we were rich, for we could take anything we wanted.
Humans, she told would avoid and fear our arrival.
Why did their lips never formed curves to welcome us,
I wondered.
'Oh!' They say,
'Death brings misery with herself'
But of course, a mother would take her child with herself,
wherever she goes.
#death #misery #mother #son #life
May 2018 · 289
Sunlight
kiran goswami May 2018
Blissful mornings
Petals falling
Flowers singing 'hello'
And she's smiling
For the wind is playing with her hair
Teasing the blinds  
Sunlight enters again,
Greets her hopefully
And she gently kisses.
Bells sing out loud
But can't be heard
Once she stars singing
There's no voice around
And the song continues
Until the very dawn
And again she traps
The sunlight in her room
And she gently kisses.
May 2018 · 232
FATAL GRAVE
kiran goswami May 2018
On her knees, begging down, she falls at the foot of the fatal grave,
because only the darkness knew, darkness hid  what she craves.
Hearing her silent screams, melody of shrieks in her ears,
Now, no one heard her cry or saw her fallen tears.
The joy she had, delight she felt was all hallucination and dreams.
When it was all dreadful and lost, she couldn't even scream.
Slowly the darkness creeps inside her, she fades away,
Death's shadow ate her, emptiness
Had it's own say,
No one heard her cry or saw her fallen tears.
She wall left alone in the arms of pain,
She screamed and cried and tried but it was all vain.
The death hid her inside it, wandered she slowly,
She was hung in the arms of darkness, it was lonely.
She bled from all parts but it was the Death's greed.
The sharp knife of cruelty made her bleed.
But no one heard her cry or saw her fallen tears.
She cried as she died again,
But couldn't be revived again.....
May 2018 · 453
Solitude
kiran goswami May 2018
Solitude
Embraces me
Devours my senses.
Love eats my hunger away.
All Beauty is in the darkness.
In the heart,
A wild beast rules.
While the withering soul cries,
Waiting for the true love
Waiting for the only one
Tears don't fall anymore.
It's heavenly but it's lonely.
Those cries are no more heard.
Shrieks have become inaudible
It's only silence that echoes
And only solitude embraces me,
It traces down my curves.
Dryness kisses my throat.
My lips meet the darkness where even
The darkness can't see me.
My hands are touched by the unwanted pain.
Hatred eats my happiness away.
It's all wild, all dark.
But it's only solitude that embraces me,
Devours my senses.
May 2018 · 153
Life
kiran goswami May 2018
Lost, in the images.
She tried to remove her sins.
The better she tried, the worse it was getting.
The more she gave, the less she was getting.
In the fictions she read, it never happened so,
When beauty could meet beast,
When Ariel could marry the Prince,
Why couldn't she meet death...
Maybe  they weren't meant to be together
But who could love death as dearly as she could.
Darkness could not reciprocate her love
Maybe life and death never shared the same path,
Now who will explain this nincompoop life that death did not love her with all his heart.
May 2018 · 186
The Cards of Destiny
kiran goswami May 2018
I want them to read a story,
A story about something they've never heard before
It'll say " Once upon a time " ...
And they'll hear the piano's sing and the cuckoos dance,
They'll read it out loud
Spell every line on their fingertips
Every word will hold meaning
Even spaces in between will convey my messages.
It is not a fairytale I want them to read,
But rather a story they'll be forever lost inside.
The pages will turn but the pages won't end,
They'll cry, they'll laugh,
For every sentence will have my emotions carved.
They'll make paintings in their head of how colourful life seemed,
It will be the most bewitching canvas the world would see,
Then I'll leave a few pages for them to imagine the story now...
For my story will never end and my love will never die,
When they'll close the book they'll realise where the purest love hides.
This time " forever " will mean it,
And it will " always " be remembered.
As it will be my love story ,
Even if as tragedy, but our names will be together
And it will be remembered as the cards of destiny.
May 2018 · 2.4k
Dream catcher
kiran goswami May 2018
She would come
With the Whispers of the dark.
Would witness,
The flowers barking
And branches fighting
Would see,
The leaves of the maple
Laughing on my fears
Gossiping about my dream
They would steal hope
Every night from my soul
And I'd be left in the dark
But her hand
Full of warmth and love
Would caress my cheeks
And I , for she is too gentle
Would hold her tight
She then would make my
Nightmares turn into day dreams
She would turn black into rainbow
And make me taste ecstasy
For she is
My dream catcher
May 2018 · 411
Promises
kiran goswami May 2018
Stolen kisses, pretty lies
Untied hair and tears in her eyes.
Trembling hands and
Quivering tongue
Her tried throat knew she cried.
Broken promises lay down
Shattered dreams on the ground.
Her broken wings were lying there,
How could the bird sing now.
Flowing blood and silent shrieks
All her cries and long sleeves,
Hid all her scars beneath.
Falling down, no hand to hold
Crashed upon the love she holds.
Life she lived and life she lost,
Frozen heart and painful thoughts.
Cold feelings but warm breath
Who could now mend her heart,
She lost today though died everyday,
An angel brought a hideous beast from inside.
May 2018 · 273
Hope
kiran goswami May 2018
Deep down the soul
Arises her song
Sung by all,
Heard by none.
Contentment is bitter
Silence is louder
Deep down the soul
His thoughts cry
Satisfaction is no more
Rest are all lies
Maybe presence of one
Is absence of the other
It's only 'Hope'
that
Can be seen
In the world of blind possessions.

— The End —