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The fireflies don’t needs us, they’re going to light up anyway
Nor does the moon care for our worship
Just as the sun rages alone and in vain in a corner of the universe
And time walks past us in shadows of memories
I don’t need you to love me, for me to love you
 Feb 2019 Anshita Mehrotra
eF
Hate.
 Feb 2019 Anshita Mehrotra
eF
I give myself,
I give it all.
You never notice,
No one ever does.
It’s like the more I give,
The more you’ll take.
The more I love,
The more you hate.
I’ll most likely delete this. It’s not my norm.
It seems like pointless rambling. Just need to stop bottling it up before I explode.
Sorry. Hope you enjoy.
 Feb 2019 Anshita Mehrotra
carson
you only wanted me when it was just convenient for you,
why did this cold weather make me feel so much warmer then you ever did
 Feb 2019 Anshita Mehrotra
Shamai
I dream
And think I can
Do anything
Which I can’t do
In the physical world
I awaken
Full of
Vim and energy
Only to come back
To my
Broken body
Each of us
ready,

waiting,
under
chameleon skins
of past
relationships.
colors and
textures
blurred.

we wait
open
like tributary
veins
ready to
flow into
the mother
load.

we hope
eternal,
defined by
our last
breath,


and the
horizon
that lies
before
us.

speechless
unsettled
you retire
to take a
bath ...

and I
return to
find my
way through

this Bible
this maze
that has
become
my life.

that always

dances in

my head,

and it's

eternal

heartbeat
that always

thinks
of you.
 Feb 2019 Anshita Mehrotra
Sofie
for how long will
you remain your own
murderer
because you are too
afraid
to set yourself free,
to let yourself
be vulnerable,
be
breakable?

for how long will
you continue to tolerate
the dimming
light
within your eyes,
the dust falling from
your heart
because you just
won't
let love in?
 Feb 2019 Anshita Mehrotra
Astra
I wish I believe it when people say they'll never leave,
But I still taste the salty tears of the goodbye note you wrote,
The lullabies of heartfelt cries,
An those times I was to good at say goodbye,

Behind my pain-filled eyes,
I see a girl I use to recognize,
A healing heart,
On a open battlefield,

A little girl trying to believe the bedtime story she told,
But being told by her soul the real world,

One where princess have to wait for there Prince Charming,
One where the frog kisses the wrong princess,
One where the fairy godmother is to late,
And one where she broke her shoe,
her carriage has become a cage,
When her hair as faded from every page turn,

The war that has been raged inside her,
Because she afraid to believe in one day,
She afraid to believe the nevers and the forevers,
Because she seen everyday turn to parades of the same fake forces daze,

To never forget that life to short to trust salt,
That was confused for sugar,
That being nice with only take you so far,
And that one day,
You wake up feeling the same,

You'll flap our wings one more time,
And sing your fairytale song,
And your true love will sing along,
You’ll remember what it like to dream,
And believe it could be a happily ever after,

And wake up in a world,
Of your own,
And those goodbyes,
Will turn to mournful cries from forgotten peoples eyes,
Because just than they will realize,
There boring lives,

As she thrives,
She survives,
And now truly now,
She good at goodbyes,
And hardly recognized,
For the rest of her life
March, 20th, 2018, All rights reserved
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