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Fear is living, fear is death. Fear is dying, fear is no more breath. I like the way fear makes me feel, fear never stops, fear is always real. Fear keeps me alive when my adrenaline shouldn’t, I’ll always be fearful even when my heart couldn’t. Fear makes me strong, fear makes me weak. My body wants nothing more, as it nervously tweaks. I convulse and I shake like a fish out of water, not realizing that what I do to myself is slaughter. I feel peace and I feel torn, but at least I don’t feel fear anymore.
Kitty kitty in my house
Go & try to catch that mouse
If you can't that's okay
Try again another day
Do you carry the truth
or is it a curse?
Are they one and the same and which one is worse?
Do you carry a privilege
or a shame,
and is it apparent
in your name?
Do you carry a promise or a pain?
Joy or suffering,
a loss or a gain?
Do you carry
a burden,
a problem, a task?
Do you hide it behind uncertainty's mask?
Do you carry the worry
that gives the devil a grin,
knowing that's where
you've already been.
Do you carry a hope
for every tomorrow,
aide for the needy
relief for their sorrow?
What do you carry,
or should I ask who,
and would you object
if they carried you?
Whatever you carry
or how it's perceived,
Christ carried his cross
for you and me.
 Apr 2016 Shreekant Dhuri
ryn
We hang
precariously
by the lies
we present as truth.

Dispensing tainted words
we thought inconsequential.
Ill-conceived notions
we sowed and nurtured.

But now we dangle
by the skin
of our fingers over this cliff...
Desperately clawing
to find purchase...
And gravity is a
mean *****.
I’ve started keeping your love stashed in jars.
Hugs, kisses, and words only; so far.
Your hugs are filled up to the brim- glittery twinkles of shimmery bits.
Your kisses can’t keep still on top of my shelf; it dances around losing itself.
Your words are my most prized possession, since I know that they are truly heartfelt.
On difficult days I visit my jars and sprinkle myself to feel the love we grew thus far.
I wish people could really stash jars of love for those days where they seem to forget the love they once shared. Until then I'll just continue reminiscing with very old emails ;)
Help me revive my feelings inside the urn,
So that I can help you decide which bridge to cross and which to burn,
I'll stand by you whenever, whatever, wherever,
Let's overpower the impediments to our journey of forever.

I will be willing to be your fire, let me light your way in your darkest nights,
You will not sleep upset because of petty fights,
I'll kiss and hug your fears goodbye,
For I am fire, your guiding light, I love you without an alibi.

I'll let you be my ice that calms the sparks and blazes inside of me,
Devour me inch by inch, my wild fires are yours to be,
Help me collide my body with yours,
Let's tame the dragons with our joined force.

You surely keep me from burning myself alive,
With you by my side, everything I can survive,
You're my ice, my consolation in disappointment,
When I'm with you, every second is a magical moment.
 Apr 2016 Shreekant Dhuri
Amrita
I paint myself blue to remind me of your melancholy;
White to remind me of your smile,so holy.

I paint myself green to represent your calmness;
Yellow to represent your charm.
Pink for the times I knew I loved you,nothing more nothing less;
Purple for the endless times I desired to cup your face in my palm.

I paint myself blue to remind me of your melancholy;
White to remind me of your smile,so holy.


I paint myself red to symbolize your anger;
Orange to symbolize your madness.
Brown for your eyes full of danger;
Black for your soul spilling with grief and sadness.

I paint myself blue to remind me of your melancholy;
White to remind me of your smile,so holy.


I scrub myself to wash your scent off of me;
I mix all the colours until they form one colour.
I wash it all off until my brown skin is all I can see;
I may have lost you but I can see myself clearer.
Sat on grass
beneath a canopy of leaf

beneath the body
seedling grows

fifty years immobile
tree grow high, wide

sitting seeing far
with tree high eye
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