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Feb 2018 · 212
Alcohol is you
Amogh Sharma Feb 2018
A sip in hand
Warmth inside the heart
Letting yourself out
Because when can you always be you
Feb 2018 · 274
Chamber, Empty
Amogh Sharma Feb 2018
A breath down the old lane
Standing at crossroads
But looking through the memories
Thinking the heart wants what it wants
But then what happens when it’s unrequited
The heart wants what it wants
But only flowing blood remains
The heart aches, bruised and tired
And it’s left alone
Discarded
No one has the time of day
For a bleeding heart
For its uselessness
It’s not another brick in the wall
But slowly morphs into
Just another face
Lost amongst others far brighter
The heart aches being another face
Another picture on someone’s screen
Can you ever see it
Slowly, it comes in
Blink, speak, heart
Insanity
Repeating
Recusing
And raging against nature
But then you realize where futility lies
Bleed, heart
Because only you will
Feb 2018 · 325
Innately Unhappy
Amogh Sharma Feb 2018
I walk and I think
I sit and I drink
And wonder
What is it like to be happy
I wore my heart on my sleeve
I hid deep away inside
Yet each time it was wrenched
By people
By circumstance
And by me
For inside I feel empty
Though I know my capacity for heart
Though I know my capacity for life
I may not always win
But I seem to have forgotten the feeling
But I’m not sure I always lose
Because I see all around me
And know unhappiness is fleeting
But if so
Then why do I still feel so hollow
So alone, in a world where
There is so much apparent happiness
It seems
Just around the corner
Nov 2017 · 189
Reflective
Amogh Sharma Nov 2017
Mirror mirror
How can you see
Can you see me
In the heart of hearts
What once was
And what I can be
What I should be?
The tears of rage
The smile of pain
Bowing down to who once was
Stripped of heart and dignity
Mirror mirror
I don’t recognize
The face staring at me
Mirror mirror
Help me
Is it me or someone hollow
Is it me and have I been left hollow
Heart heart
Mirror mirror
Help
Nov 2017 · 187
Tempest
Amogh Sharma Nov 2017
Slow in mind
Quick in heart
Discharging words that may mean
A smile, a laugh
Hearts connect and forget
A small voice. A large breath
Anticipate, the heart anew
Feel and fail
Gale and gust
The heart wavers
A smile becomes more than that
A smile beckons your feelings again
Put your heart on the plate
Go and make a mistake
Smile and let the mask fall
Smile and the let the mask stay
Let your flag fly at half mast
Let the eyes hide the truth
Hopeless and hopeful
A strum if the strings
A chord on the heart strings
A shade of high and being low
Blues and smiles
Tomorrow opposite
A grey on tomorrow
A small laugh in
All hearts
Let them see
Small things
A small joy
It throbs through the veins
Fleeting
All consuming
Benign
Chaotic
The muddle of feelings
Of life
Of heart
And mind
The power deep within
The powerlessness to control
A smile and a touch familiar
Turning into term
Unwanted
Yet spit fire
Hot heart
And cool mind
Marching on
Treading on dreams
Waking dreams
We follow the path best laid out
A smile saying *******
But in my mind
Split reality
Split dreams
A tapestry woven
Of our truth
Divine punishment
A far away dream
A field of magnets
Starlight beckoning
Lifting through aurora
Green and bright
And black and white
Reflecting
Jul 2016 · 236
Still
Amogh Sharma Jul 2016
As I see her
The wind stops
In the mountain air
Her fragrance takes over all
She walks to me
A smile larger than life
Like an anomaly
That belongs not on this world
I still my leaping heart
And I smile even though I don't know
It
And a kiss on the cheek
Then we move, only us
The rain, the hills and us.
Amogh Sharma Jul 2016
Evil is just an extension
Of freedom
Rational men don't value
The true evil
Is tradition fed rationale
A warped sense of good
Which leads to a warped sense of world
Making a choice is risk
And having a voice is dangerous
Would you be evil?
Jun 2016 · 270
Consequence
Amogh Sharma Jun 2016
I think your God might object
If I come visit your heaven
Though open doors is my forte
It may be possible that I'm a reject
And idiot son amongst all chosen
For I am a breath of true exposé
I deal with only the guilty
For them I have not much to say
And you met me at the wrong time
Your eternity is yours
And mine is penance
Well, if I ever see you again
Smile for me
For there is much less laughter
South of your heaven
Jun 2016 · 252
Blank
Amogh Sharma Jun 2016
Work ******* your heart
But don't forget your soul
Never let it be hampered by
The world outside's role
Jun 2016 · 240
The Pull
Amogh Sharma Jun 2016
Loneliness isnt fear of being alone
But an anchor, weighing down who we ought to be
Seeing yourself being selfish and losing yourself to random whimsy
Blinded as you are, you see not the damage you have caused
Where your other half, is awake, alone while you sleep
Where you were supposed to be their rock, you made them alone
The loss of your burden, is shifted to her
She cries and you don't see
For she feels that her tears aren't worth anything to you
And you oblivious are just happy that your burden is lifted
Look in the mirror and see if you recognise yourself
You realise, you held back, and shut out of her kingdom
The walls so gracefully pulled down for you
Now you're on the outside, trying to look in
And you see yourself looking back at you
Tell me know, do you feel unbowed
Or can you see another chain and slowly you're dragging your feet
Jun 2016 · 182
Links
Amogh Sharma Jun 2016
Blink
Now you see it, now you don't
Listen
How you hear it, but it isn't your own
Touch
Show you feel it, though the tangible is missing
Say
The words on your lips, etched deep on your psyche
Believe
That this isn't you, you are far from normal
These words make up your life, you think you can run but thought tempered by desire, for heart, for mind and for soul
Just one click away from salvation
Jun 2016 · 227
Applause
Amogh Sharma Jun 2016
The theatre is empty and filled with desire
The heart is lonely, mind fuelled by want
An empty audience ready to consume
Possessions the star cast, becoming 'I am'
The greatest sideshow of swapping cash for our time
Curtains open
Abandoning abandon
Losing the key
The greatest abstract, are we really free
Jun 2016 · 1.4k
The Kiss
Amogh Sharma Jun 2016
As we kiss
It's not just about love
Not just the physical
Not the tenderness of your lips
Nor its warm embrace
In that moment
Our souls intertwine
Reliving memories of each tear
Each laugh, and every touch
It's not just the cosmos coming together
It's the splitting of the atom
The deliverance of our shadow
Hair standing on end
The weight of each shackle on our mind lifted
The sound of the heart audible
The voice of our being loud
It's not just a kiss
But it's our world, our canopy
The big bang, just for two
Jun 2016 · 217
Moonwell
Amogh Sharma Jun 2016
Dark eyes
Hypnotic, alluring, evasive
Confident, deep, evocative
Yet afraid to look into another's eyes for too long
For they may see the abyss from scars and the subterfuge of the lips saying 'im ok'
Jun 2016 · 250
An Open Chrysalis
Amogh Sharma Jun 2016
She walked, a band of freedom around her
An arm stretched out
Holding on
To a new life, a small thing
Changing all of her world
Removing shackles borne from seven spiral paths
He walked along and simply called her mom
Jun 2016 · 596
Hyperdrive
Amogh Sharma Jun 2016
Feet up on the dashboard
Bass vibrating through the air
Are you ready to go
To fill the hole in your soul
Jun 2016 · 270
Rend
Amogh Sharma Jun 2016
I shackle myself and none other
I walk alone beside another
I fail, I change, I look back, Breathe
I free myself and feel like another
I free myself and feel no other
I think, I breathe, I live in another
time, place, world
I live, I change, I'm free like me
I shackle, I break, I disappoint another
I see, I feel, I love one other
I fight, I scramble, I hold tight
I laugh, I fight, I die, I live like no other
I break, I heal, I rage, I smile like another soul
I feel like me getting back on my feet
I feel I change to brighter for you
I get up and I get up
Till I'm back on my feet not dying on my knees
For I was shown how to live life, in tragedy, in mirth, by no one else but you

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