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 Oct 2016 Shivam S
Asma Akhter
Even if it's been a while
You haven't been in contact
Nor did you try to reconcile

But I just wanted to let you know
That it still hurts
& I miss you a lot !

I can hear you laugh
Even if you are now miles afar
I can feel your touch
Even if you are now nowhere near

But it's all because
I get caught in my own thoughts
That it still hurts
& I miss you  a lot !

I know its been so long
You might have forgot & moved on
Even I tried to do the same
Yet I guess it was not written in my fate

But here I am, still having hope
Waiting for a miracle to get back you close
That it still hurts
& I miss you a lot !
Days will pass, years will fly by, decades will follow suit. Tonight you'll look at the sky and realise that throughout all this time it hasn't changed. That under that same sky you've cried, laughed, loved, and lost. It's the same sky that you've fallen in love under, is the same sky that you've been broken under. And one day far away from today you'll look at the same sky and remember all you've lost, all you've gained, and all you've learned. That every star mapped across the sky is a memory. Like the scars mapped across your body. From learning to love freely to sharing that love. From conquering fears to all those tears. You'll remember all those who hurt, deceived, fractured, scarred and tormented you. And those who showed you once more what love is. And all those make memories. Every star is a reason why you are who you are today. Every insecurity, flinch, nightmare, and hesitation; every laugh, habit, dream, and lesson learned. But one night, you'll find that you've found that someone makes all those stars dim. Who has their own wounds but still chooses to heal yours. And that's how you know you've completed your sky. That's how you know you've found the best part of the night. Your moon.
I've lived a lot, and learned a lot. I've felt like giving up so many times but now finally I see the reason of what life's all about. I found my meaning...my love.
 Sep 2016 Shivam S
Kahlil Gibran
I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.


At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.


The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.


As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.


I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.


I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.


But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.
 Sep 2016 Shivam S
Peach
Thunder resonates throughout my entire being
If there's rain,
I can't feel it
But I can taste it
As it slithers past my parted lips,
Cool against the tip of my tongue

Absently, I watch it caress my skin
Slowly pouring down,
Like tears across my face
Briefly revealing my bruised soul

And I wish I could describe this ache
I hate the terror in my head
More than I could ever possibly say

I doubt anyone will ever have the patience to break through my walls

After all,
Damaged goods are still damaged
No matter how attractive they might be

I can't ****** my way into a happy ending

© 2014 Peach
 Sep 2016 Shivam S
Peach
He asks, "define emotion?"

In my own state of carelessness,
I give him the answer he never wanted

Happiness, is driving 115 in a 65 MPH zone
Not caring,
Because a part of you wants to die young anyways
A part of you is dead already
But that is your secret
And no one needs to know,
All the aspects that you will never show.

Desperation, is the feel of a sharp knife,
Gliding against ****** skin like an experienced lover
Giving release without slicing too deep.
A smear,
A mark,
A badge of ******* honor
Because you flirted with death and made it out alive.

Stupidity,  is the freedom found at 16
Driving through a coastal city
As the first cold front shimmies it's way through the trees  
Illegally smoking cigarettes
With a half bottle of ***** rolling around underneath the seat
It was always *****,
It just had to be

Pleasure begins in a clever little pill
It was almost too much,
Sublime in nature....
Dangerous in reality
But it made you feel good
And for once
Everything was ok

Reality is the writing of my transgressions
Like I haven't a care in the world who reads them.  

I'm flawed...
Why is this such a surprise to you?

© 2014 Peach
Listen @ https://soundcloud.com/peachpanda-1/cracked-lips
 Sep 2016 Shivam S
Kale
Stand
 Sep 2016 Shivam S
Kale
The time has come
There is a war in these
Streets.
Love is dead
Passion is real,
We fight not because
We want to
Its because we have to.
We fight to survive,
To climb that
Crumbling social ladder
That only accepts
Those who are absolutely free.
Then, Maybe one day
We can go back
To our Roots
Where we basked in the cold
Water
Laughing
Loving
Living.
He is all lines and sharp angles
I am soft curves and extra padding
But it doesn't matter so much
When he's holding my hand
Intertwined and all jumbled up,
Or when he's kissing me
Closed eyes and only nerves
Igniting
How strange to think the knife
Could learn to love the butter
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