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March 17th 2017
Wondering,
if the universe flinched,
when God took you away.

- Dakota

She walks with her head down,
Tucking loose strands.
Wishing heavens would pull her up.
Or if the earth could just
Open up.
She wished for flames to leap
And engulf her silently.
Or if the seas would be kind
Enough, and drown her.

None of the above happened.

Only three nights ago,
She heard the
Man she trusted with her secrets
Say
“It wasn’t you but me”
Her core was on fire
They fell down as tears

So much practice,
no use at all.
She holds on tight,
tears still fall.

She stood at that metro
Station,
Walking in circles
Aimlessly.
Overwhelmed, in
Thought.
Her mascara dripped
Leaving streaks
On her fine
cheeks.

“Sorry?” she gasped
Cold fingers
Brushed her arms
The audacity of
this stranger!
She was in awe.

“Are you.. okay”
She asked  

A different someone
This outsider was.
She really wanted to
Interfere.
Longed to wipe the
Former’s tears

Her brown eyes were refuge
to curiosity.
Familiarity and comfort
lingered in air.

Her shattered soul
slowly perked up.
Like a child facing
Christmas delights

And hopes might have
Been restored
If,
Caution tapes
Hadn’t been enforced.


The little collision,
Kept resurfacing
Playing over and over
Like a
Malfunctioning cassette

A small smile, began to peek
The heart broken girl
had killed it.
Obviously.
There was no way,
She was getting
Played ever
Never again.

Plenty of mishaps
Were at hand,
The Queen of hearts,
Had hers smashed.
Fooled by the court clown
What a scam.
No more chances
Will be given.

With all due respect
Look alike
Prince Charming’s
Were requested,
to rot in hell.




-----

Numerous days passed by.
No more than a courteous smile.

And then one day,
Numbers were exchanged,
plans were made.
Under the moon light, they laughed away
Mutual friends, acquaintances,
The friend’s friend, The friend’s dog
A party from two years ago,
Everything was spoken of.

Suddenly they were a team,
Inseparable they seemed

April 22nd 2018
Three sixty five days and a little more
since, the very beginning

In her arms
Wrapped tightly.
With each exhaling breath,
The rhythm played soft.
Their breaths hard, a little fast

She knew she belonged
right there.
Pressed against this girl,
In a fierce embrace,
Nebula gawked,
falling asteroids stopped,
"This is home" one said
And so it felt

The dyad knew
Fondness and love
Had followed
Them through

Hence
began a new chapter

Lady luck
was pleased,
Destiny beamed.
Stars were the only
Evidence
What a perfect
Symphony.


August 16th 2018

Suddenly they were
Far too gone,
Lost in an abyss,
Dancing a Languorous
Dance.  
Healing scars her
Exes carved
She fell in love
With this Girl.

The one who called
Her,
Her forever.


-----

Onset of late
summer drizzle.
Social controversies
Began..

“What a disgrace you’ve
Caused!”
Her father
thundered,
“What will Mrs Sharma
say!!?”
Her mother wondered.

Minds were made
An ultimatum
was declared.
Dramatics took
A whole new turn,

One other argument
Hidden behind the
Poised, hand knit
Kashmiri curtains.

October 16th2018

Two months since
The big emotional
Stunt.

What could they do,  
The Girls were
Confused.  

Afraid to lose their
Bond due to
So called ethical ways.
They fought, and
Fought.
Might have waged a
war.

A million paper cuts
Were all that returned.

December  1st 2018

It had been a year
And 4months since,
The LQBTQ law
Had been passed
Yet two woman
Were torn apart

One other love story
Lost a happy ending.
curtsey of a
“Modern civilization”

The battle was done
Dust had settled.

And thus ends
One other narrative.
this poem is set in India. In the year 2018. It's really. Hope it is worth reading till the end
Might get stabbed today
But it's okay
A poem every day
2/7/20

i got into a fight. let's pray
Kyra Embers Nov 12
Hope had aileron.
Deceitful extensions.

"Oh I know"
She nodded slow


fluttering in her chest
It grasped her neck
Left her feeling hollow.
Here's to hope🥂
Kyra Embers Sep 29
How would it be,
to be anyone but me?
A falling rain drop,
Part of the mighty sea.
How would it be,
to be anything but me?
A moth drawn to a flame.
Willing to burn down,
fall into abyss.
How would it be,
to be anything but me?
A little grape that makes
hennessy.
Addicting, filled with toxicity.
How would it be,
to be anything but me?
a withering leaf,
paving way to a new tree.
How would it be,  
to be anything but me?
Someone's priority.
maybe a snowflake?
at least a piece of cake.
How would it be to be,
anything but me?
A happy someone,
In a happy somewhere?
quarantine moods
Kyra Embers Sep 22
Let me sit on your lap,
my legs around your
waist.

Your hands tracing
my back, tugging
at my hoodie.
Reaching my neck,
fingers tangled in my hair.

One palm cupping my
cheek,
A thumb leaving caresses,
lips, jaw,
everywhere.

Your eyes hold mine,
and my breaths come
in sharp bursts

Move in to kiss my lips
Adorn my neck instead.
Pepper me with kisses
Pamper me, into becoming
a spoilt brat

Hear me sigh into
your ears.
Hear me whisper,
"Can we do this
all the time?"
little fantasies
Kyra Embers Sep 21
My body shudders
as my hands shake.
I'm crying I'm crying.
I'm crying again.

My senses are flooding
as my eyes sting.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying again.

My heart is screaming
limbs stay frozen.
I'm crying, I'm crying.
I'm crying again.

Set me on fire,
burn me down.
Do me a favour,
I want out.

I'm crying I'm crying.

I'm tired of crying again.
It really do be like that now.
Kyra Embers Aug 26
Stranger behind this digital veil,
I am assuming this is another one of
Cupid’s play
Tell me, it’s one other summer fling
Or do I anticipate it to be a real thing?

Will you detest my individuality
And try castigating my intellect?
Or,
Would you be the supportive Prince Charming
Only heard of?

Would I hear guitar strings strum,
As love crawls in to find its way,
Even then,
Would it, be love?

Could we possibly Make up to the distance?
The warmth, the fireworks of each other’s presence
Amidst the epidemic that has interfered

Would we  Rave endlessly?
Talking all night,
Choosing each other
Over Morpheous’s arms.
Obsessing over little that are suddenly cute

Would we look deranged, with a constant smile?
Hushed voices, muffled giggles,
Lost, chuckling into our phones.
The very type I’ve always made fun of.

Would it be a Disney movie?
Say, a tad more magical?
Could I really judge you,
with a mere photo?

It could be the a summer drizzle
Or go down the drain.
Farce and adherence
Have been my metier
Assuring amazement
To be mundane.

Dear new immigrant,
Enrolling for my heart,
Hoping you’re the yin,
To my yang.
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