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I want to touch my finger to the tip of your nose
then I'll get a spark from knowing all you know
I saw an old couple today holding hands

and smiled.
I loved the way they still craved one anothers touch, it made me smile
An empty room lies waiting
Cold, curtain drawn but clean
Hiding lust in unseen corners
Away from the white bulb glare
No floorboard creaking, mattress squeaking
Life speaking
I wrote this when I was 17 and still a ****** - in the sixth form and couldn't wait to leave school and go out in the big wide world. Now I look back and realise it was one of the best times - for forging friendships and having fun.  The poem feels unfinished but I've never been able to add to it.
 Jul 2014 Chitvan Sharma
Molly
ALANA
 Jul 2014 Chitvan Sharma
Molly
I CAN'T WRITE ABOUT YOU
BECAUSE YOU HAVEN'T
BROKEN MY HEART YET
AND THE ONLY INK I USE
IS MY OWN BLOOD
 Jul 2014 Chitvan Sharma
Krishna
बैठा हूँ इस पल जहाँ,
यह जल के तीन आकाशों का समागम,
लगता हो प्रतिबिम्ब उस विशाल गगन का,
एक परमात्म सा स्थिर, असीमित,
दूसरा स्वात्म सा अस्थिर, विचलित|| (१)

हिलोरे उठते सागर में,
उत्कंठित होता ज्यों आत्म परात्म को पाने,
पर लौट आता तटबंध की ओर,
मोह संसार का छोड़ना वो ना जाने,
कभी क्रोध, कभी मोह, कभी मान की,
चट्टानों से तितर-बितर हो,
पुनः घूमता लाख चौरासी|| (२)

पर वह देखो! तट से दूर,
सागर से सिन्धु बनने की जुगत में,
जब लहरें मौन हुईं, जब संसारी दूर हुए,
जब मटमैला नीला होता गया,
जब पर्बतों को पाट दिया बल-स्वाभिमान से|| (३)

तब वो देखो!
दूर क्षितिज पे सिन्धु मिलता है व्योम से,
जैसे फर्क ही न रह गया हो शेष,
आत्म-परात्म में,
जब मैं हूँ उसमें और वो है मुझमें,
हो गया इसका आभास मुझे!! (४)
This poem was written by me sitting on the southernmost shore of the Indian mainland in Kanniyakumari. The meditative feeling that spewed within me while watching the confluence of the three great seas at The Triveni Point, got vented through these words. It starts with comparing the sea as a human life while the sky at the top of it as the Supreme Soul himself. My poem draws a parallel between the tumultuous and disorderly journey of the sea and the human life. This is a story of how man finds his Lord after he peeps within himself and unravels the biggest mystery of this world. An intense poem, this will compel you to look deep within yourself! :)
The girl who got made fun of,
The one who cut her wrist,
Her story finally took a turn,
And the ending has a twist

She’s not alone anymore,
She has no reason to cry,
Her story has a happy end,
She doesn’t have to die

The girl who was close to breaking,
And almost followed through,
Well she has a new perspective,
And it seems she likes the view

Her friends all came back,
To listen and understand,
They really do love her,
And want to lend a hand

But darling if it wasn’t for them,
This girl she would be dead,
Thank god they had saved her,
She’s got a bright future ahead

Now she's on the right track
Her head in the right place
and she's got a bright future
That I can see, it's in her face

Her eyes now they sparkle,
That spark will never fade,
Because now she has strength,
To put down her last blade

The girl who got made fun of,
Who once wished she was dead,
Her story finally took a turn,
She's got a bright future *ahead.
"Your present situation is not your final destination."
 Jul 2014 Chitvan Sharma
Camila
I'm being faithful to nothing,
to a memory,
to the ghost of what we never had.
But letting someone else sleep under these sheets,
hold me like you did,
feels like betrayal.
So I rather go to bed alone,
       cover my body with your shirt,
                and if I try hard enough I can still smell you in it,
than let anyone else erase with their touch the prints of your hands.
RM.
Im not comfortable even kissing someone else while I still love you.
 Jul 2014 Chitvan Sharma
Nandini
Tell me then ,
why they're fated together? The pen and the ink ?

The ink lies meek
With the pen it doth speak.
soaked in spirits powerful
Moulding mundane to artful.
That's why they're fated together !

Silent fingers woven around
Through the pen's lips my poetry's bound
Mere words nothing but mute
Breathes life my ink absolute.
That's  why they're fated together !
The pen and the ink are bound by each other to tell stories for times endless!
I want to push you against that wall we spoke by and take off your crooked glasses and tell you that I’m the one

and if you say you don’t believe me, I’ll kiss you so deep that you’ll forget what I even said.

I want to touch that beautiful blonde hair and tell you how it looks jarringly familiar messy, but it would look even better on my pillow at night.

I want your mornings and your nights, but I need those crazy moments where the passion hits again and we can remember why we touch each other in the first place.

I don’t want everything, that’s far too much to ask for. I just need everything that you are willing to give.

I’m tragically in love with the idea of you.
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