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 May 2020 Sushmita
Faizel Farzee
Art pictured in motion, walking elegance.
Words you give life, monocle syllables
Beauty captivatingly imprinted, portraits stared.

Words gliding from your Cherrie lips, mesmerizingly eloquent
Intoxicated my heart listening, convinced by its eloquence
You my wish granted, an answered prayer.

Boastful our love drenched in splendour, Our love grandiloquent
I loved you in past lives, Aphrodite seems envious.
Saving Grace, pulled my soul from despair.
First attemp at the Gammo style writing out of ethiopia,
the rhyming scheme is insane
enjoy.
 May 2020 Sushmita
Faizel Farzee
Death.
Has no view in hindsight.
This realisation is so true
with the first breath we take
moves us closer to death.
Once its gone, theres no undo
no respawn, only the living memory of you.
 May 2020 Sushmita
Shrika
Heart
 May 2020 Sushmita
Shrika
I pieced it back together,
It took me forever,
It's still fragile,
I'm trusting you,
Please don't break it again,
I don't think I can fix it this time.

I can't afford another forever.
 May 2020 Sushmita
Shrika
Until now
 May 2020 Sushmita
Shrika
Years since acquaintances,
Months since 'You and I',
Fortnights since 'We',
Weeks since  "I love you's"
Days since separation,
Hours since your 'Goodbye',
Minutes since tears,

Not even a second since you.
 May 2020 Sushmita
Shrika
Unrequited
 May 2020 Sushmita
Shrika
Unfinished notes,
Unheeded lessons,
Distracted mind,
Stolen glances,
Fantasies in the day,
Dreams at night,
Chasing a lost cause,
Lovelorn.
Two years later,
I’m still only two benches away from you,
Yet you are a thousand miles away.
If the Earth really was dying
and we took every microcosm,
every spore, every seed, every insect, reptile, animal.

Then we transported all to an
inhabitable planet far, far away.
Transplanting the old to the new.

Would it become second nature?
 May 2020 Sushmita
Van Xuan
Coward
 May 2020 Sushmita
Van Xuan
Even if I scream to the world
I HATE YOU
My heart secretly tells you
I LOVE YOU
 May 2020 Sushmita
Van Xuan
I honestly don't know what to write

I just fill this with empty words
With no sense of direction at all

Is this the feeling of being stagnant
Or just the fact that losing someone
Means losing the the reason of writing

To make her immortal
In the world of literature
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