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Ankit J Chheda May 2015
I want to make you feel
How I feel when I think of you,
What it takes to be in control,
And not die under the weight of the love
I carry for you,
That every cell in my being craves you more than oxygen,
That you are the earth to my moon,
The sun to my darkness,
So oblivious of your own beauty,
Blind to my suffering.
Ankit J Chheda May 2015
I wait for the days when,
Loves songs stop being about you,
When I can again make promises of forever
Ankit J Chheda Apr 2015
What hurt more than anything else,
Was seeing you lay there,
And knowing you'll never wake,
With glance at those glassy eyes,
Crept in grief that weighed a ton,
It all crashed down at last,
When the flames consumed everything.
Ankit J Chheda Apr 2015
Unless I start to walk I won’t get anywhere, unless I take action my destiny won’t be fulfilled,
I wait here to realize my purpose,
So does my purpose wait for me to fulfill.
Ankit J Chheda Apr 2015
From our birth we travel,
To our home,
To school,
With family and friends,
Discovering new places,
In the process discovering ourselves,
From mountains and continents,
Across the oceans we shot for the moon,
Soaring through the skies,
One day we may journey to a another planet,
We endure, till we travel to our graves.
Forward is the only direction,
So keep walking,
Towards to our future.
Ankit J Chheda Mar 2015
From a seedling to a tree,
My love for you grows free,
Through the storm of loneliness,
Through gloomy skies of emptiness,
Waiting the warmth of your sun,
Hoping some day we'll be one,
Is it pathetic that after all this time,
I think of you every spare moment?
Or is I just that I am in love with the idea of you,
And don't really want you?
May be I will never know,
The truth still remains,
I'll spend my days wanting you,
Wasting time I could be happier.
Well this place I'm in... I don't think its good for me. I tried explaining it to myself, but my other self just feels *she* is good for me. Way too long I've been stuck
Ankit J Chheda Mar 2015
Could we just lay on the roof,
And gaze at the stars,
Slowly they'll pass as we spin around,
We'll hold hands and I'll smile as I wonder,
How in the vastness I found you,
Nothing short of a miracle.
We could do this,
But the city lights drown out the stars,
And you're not here.
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