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Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

emotions

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

the existential romanticist

emotions

sometimes we wake up and just dont know how to feel,
*and that's okay

#emotions

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

The Guitar

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

Federico García Lorca

The Guitar

The weeping
of the guitar begins.
Wineglasses shatter
in the dead of night.
The weeping
of the guitar begins.
It's useless
to hush it.
It's impossible
to hush it.
It weeps on monotonously
the way water weeps,
the way wind weeps
over the snowdrifts.
It's impossible
to hush it.
It weeps for things
far, far away.
For the sand of the hot South
that begs for white camellias.
Weeps for arrows without targets,
an afternoon without a morning,
and for the first dead bird
upon the branch.
Oh, guitar!
Heart gravely wounded
by five swords.

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

Lies

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

Paramount Pawn

Lies

You told me once,
" I love you."

At first I believed it.
But when you turned your back on me,
I saw what you've been hiding.

The hurt that washed over me.
The shattering sounds I hear in my heart.

The words you spoke
I no longer believe.

Your love was a lie
I can not defeat.

#love #lies #hurt

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

BREATHE

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

Traveler

BREATHE

And so here we are
Page after page
Hearts on fire
Exposing parts unseen
Beneath harden surfaces
Wounds unclean
Broken still we dream
On and on we pen
And so we breathe again

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

A lonely heart

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

Rei Scarlet

A lonely heart

By the way you’re talking I can tell;
That you don’t care for me;
I say I’m fine, you believe the lie;
You go on with your day;
I sit down and watch;
Wanting you back;
Knowing I can’t;
What more can I say?
I’m worthless yes I know;
You lie, I know you do;
You act like I mean so much;
Wondering why;
What did I do?
To deserve your lies;
I hurt, I cry every night;
The blade I found in my room;
I look at it like it’s my friend;
Knowing if you knew;
You’d say to stop;
You wouldn't care;
Not for me;
You want me gone;
So why try to stay alive;
This life of mine is nothing;
Nothing impotent to u nor me;
So let me go;
Cause for tonight;
Is too late;
Yes I love you;
Yes I know you don’t feel the same;
Do I care? I say I don’t;
But I do;
But its two late to try anymore;
For that I lost my heart when;
I've lost you </3

#lonely

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

Maverick

Apr 2015 Pramod Shinde

Myra

Maverick

Open your eyes, little one,
And enjoy the smell of the air
Your floppy ears wiggle,
Your clumsy body is covered in hair
I never thought I'd fall in love with a boxer's wrinkles
But I love them more and more each day, and how your eyes twinkle!
You growl and play and sleep in my arms
You'll grow and run and only to shoes, show merciless harm
I look at you and see a future within,
Best of all, little Maverick,
You remind me that life is truly something.

Poem dedicated to my boyfriend's new boxer puppy

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