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your eyelids flutter like an insect's wings,
yet you reject the concept of delicacy.
your thoughts may be harsh, but
don't forget that you are capable of caressing
another. allow your lips one secret kiss,
let your foggy mind rest. think not
of your troubles, only of how it feels to
skim the surface of my mouth.
rest your head upon my lap, lose your
inhibitions - let me sing you to sleep.
forget about your nicotine habit, (and the
fact that you cannot afford your ways)
deny yourself of that cigarette. i too, am
an addiction, and there will be days
where you will have to go without.
 Aug 2014 Pushing Daisies
allie
You know it really shocks me
But somehow doesn't
How oblivious you are
After all the heartbreak
You claim to have suffered
You wear your heart on your sleeve
Expecting nothing to happen
You babble about happy endings
But you don't realise that
Happy endings are stories that haven't finished yet
 Aug 2014 Pushing Daisies
allie
The rain taps on the window
Asking
Ever so politely to be let in
The wind, a horse of a different colour
Charges through itself
Roaring as slams into the glass barrier
It can't get through
Whining, screaming even
Begging to enter
Pleading to send it's icy gusts over my bones
Freezing them, making them brittle enough to shatter
But let us forget not about the rain
As polite as it is, slyness comes also
At least with the wind
You know what it wants
But the rain
Will drown you while your still breathing
Three years this December,
how long its been
funny though
how easy to remember
in him, in us
all the things I'd seen
in who i used to be
so will it be the same
our future together
so easy to see.
Three years this December.
And the way is strange down to your heart.
And the path is wide and grows ever dark.
The hour grows late and it's time to go.
I cannot stay here anymore.
This is something i am going to add to down the line.
I refuse to be half of one whole
For I am enough always
To stay silent surrounded by seas
And as Ellan my will shall remain
Constant, contained and content
For it turns out that I need you not
And that I want you even less.
In a state of suspended habitation- weightless.
The gravity of youthful expectations lifted
Swallowed glimpses of greatness and grandeur
This is it...I am already here.
Smooth illusory cohesion of being
Empty vortices of mild appetites & languid compulsions
Yet, while these puppeteers softly saunter me through it all, and nothing
Blue moons illuminate a reality of paralysis
Perched on the surface-
A vast cool reservoir of sorrow & despair
     Serene in its dormancy,
          Terrifying in its potential.
other title 26 and a half years old- for all my 20 somethings :)
This life of mine you see from far
Looks so bright and sufficed
if you did come a little closer
only emptiness in it you would find

Do not judge me by all that you see
I am a lot more than what captures your eye
My heart in it has stories suppressed
I wish I could share. . . .oh my, oh my
©2014 Purvi Gadia
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