amrutha

amrutha May 2014

Love

Must I bleed on your thorns, beautiful Rose?
Should I forsake you?
Must I leave you, my beautiful Rose
If I only want that thorn-less you?

amrutha May 2014

My Treasure

The chalk that you used,
The crumpled paper you aimed at the bin,
That smile on the fifteenth of February
Walking in your footsteps to the bus
That blue pen of mine that you touched
Those breath-taking outfits on you
Every day, every shirt of your's I remember
Your presence is my pleasure,
That joy, I can't measure
Your sight is oxygen to me
My love, you are my treasure.

amrutha May 2014

There's still hope left.

All these countless stars
Just the million shades of colors
The mystery floating in the air
The weeks, the days, the hours;
The very feeling when you smile
Changing into guilt's home tower
The pain, this fickle pleasure
Gratitude which has the healing power.

What an amazing creature I am
How astounding you yourself are
The power to create on and on
Lies always just a thought away;
The first shower of rain after summer,
The romanticizing drops of midnight dew
Breathing in, breathing out
Disease and meaningless doubt.

Would you ever dream of shooting stars?
Could you in your wildest dreams build beauty like today?
Do not cry
There's still hope left
You will not die
Until you purposely **** yourself.

May 2014

Jorge L Echevarria

Collaboration # 2 with Amrutha

I still sit here, it has only been an hour
The very earth itself heavy after the slightest shower
Your words ****** out of me all the love and power
This silent garden shows to me only a dead flower.
Wilted away my worries and sorrows
In hopes for a brighter tomorrow
So until the quiet comes and washes me away
I'll count the minutes until the light of day.
The moon sings to me the sweetest lullaby
About fairy tale endings and a sky full of lighters
Meanwhile, you leave without a goodbye
Making my world a shade less brighter.
An eclipse to my love to block out my heart
Ignite my fire, the arson in my veins
Compassion so smokey where does is end or where does it start
Dormant the flames until we meet again

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amrutha May 2014

The Philosopher's Spell

Where there is now wisdom, evil did once reign
Under this celebrated dome, skulls and bones still remain
Close your eyes, into you, find your path through all pain
Wisdom's light will blind you; victory for an eternity will rain.

amrutha May 2014

Black Ink

My mind is an amusing place -
A notebook of handwoven paper
Each memory writes itself down
Adorning the plain amber paper.
How, then, can I forget you?
You constitute my mind
I only turn pages
It takes too much to tear them and rebind.

amrutha May 2014

My purpose is you

When you feel hollow
Like just space without the celestial
Please remember me
My purpose is you.

I am your shadow
You don't see me when it's dark
But when there is light, you realize
That I have always been there.

You don't know how precious you are
You are a beautiful pearl
Hiding in your oyster's shade
Well, I am always on guard.

You make me gasp
At how beautiful you can get
In just seconds you transform
Into a miracle, upside down, reset.

Strengthen your heart and hope
But do cry when you need to
Live the life of your dreams, warrior
I will always know how delicate you are.

I am the Earth beneath your feet
I am the air that you breathe in
I am the twilight that heals you
I am that tiny flickering light of hope.

When you feel unworthy
Like just space without the celestial
Remember what you mean to me
My sole purpose is you.