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Sidharth Suraj Nov 2020
You
This feeling of love,
to the confessions I made,
from the sleepless nights,
to our early morning debates.
From realising we are meant to be,
to understanding you are the missing piece in me.
This feeling seem to justify,
the unrest in me,
the excitement in me,
the joy around me.
You are key to the escape I feel.
Now you seem to capture,
feelings way more than
what I could put in these words.
Just going to end this with an
"I Love You so much."
it shouldn't be "falling in love" could have been something like "captured by love"
Sidharth Suraj Nov 2020
I can no longer hide
this feeling or silence.
With your touch and love,
affections seize warmth.
My soul ignited.

Once disparaged
estranged to another.
But with these distances,
coupling unparalleled angst.
I long to share it,
I want to hear you,
pull me closer now.

The chills in my spine
put into these words.
Lips on your skin.
Eyes brimmed with sin
Fingers slide over,
Lights fade out,
Loved you forever
say it out loud.

What is this sensation?
You drip colors I cannot perceive.
Heightening my passion,
enhancing my believes.
Dew drops vaporise
unhinged fly two beings,
Blending in this night sky.  

My tomorrow's mistakes,
will they break this cage.
Expressions of lust,
Consumed this way.
Hollow mortals,
Filled with divine flames.

Too consumed
In the colour of flesh
You do not fear it
I can hear the rush.
Mesmerizing aesthesia ,
now i hear them often.
Our souls combust
to this timeless dust.

©__payn
I miss your love, I want to feel your presence.
  Nov 2020 Sidharth Suraj
essie
The sun was blackened
with snow, and the valley closed in quietly
with humming,
quietly as an hour of prayer.

There was a time
When each voice, each note
Carried on the wind as if
It had sprouted wings and flown away

And crystal water rained down
As confetti
Decorating the air around us
And sprinkled onto our hair and lashes

But I am alone now
Surrounded by flurries
Hearing nothing but the monotonous droning,
Trapped in this globe

Humming becomes deafening
And ice curdles my skin
Grey clouds have overtaken the sun in the sky
And you are gone.
This is another writing exercise from my class since that's all the writing I seem to be doing these days. The prompt was another first line prompt, and the first stanza of this poem is from "First Day of Winter" (I think?) by Breece D'J Pancake.
Sidharth Suraj Nov 2020
Living in my sand castle,
with narrow doors and broad windows,
short passages and empty street posts .
Night sky with empty lights,
Moonshine with hollow sighs.
Stuck in this stigma of stepping forward,
living in this chaos of seeping in this sand.
For now I am afraid to breath,
for now I feel my castle is drifting on wet land.

The castle I built seems too small and vile,
to accommodate my expanding life.
I hear the calls from the sea winds,
the wave nearing this shoreline of thoughts in me.
I can smell the fear of shattering today,
wanting to ignore these voices arrayed.
I can look far enough
from these windows of  my castle,
But I can't reach them through my narrow doorways.
Would my realities reinforce these sand walls,
when I try to force myself out of this cage of thoughts.
for the times of uncertainty, would you let go of your sand castle ?
Sidharth Suraj Nov 2020
Death fears me
So it takes what I love instead,
and it had took so many,
the scars doesn't bother much
But the vacuum remains etched in me.
Loosing the ones that bloom with your warmth
Sidharth Suraj Nov 2020
Sitting below this dim lit sky,
walking on this wet field of trinket rain.
I enjoy these stars in my glass of toxins,
I enjoy these salt trail that my tears made.
The smell of animosity in you is making me suffocated, it's drowning my self hatred.
Now my melting emotions make your face blurry.
Now you are almost lost in the statics of my thoughts.
Sidharth Suraj Nov 2020
Living on your tokens of love,
unknowingly I am in debt of your presence,
unexpectedly I am in scars of your truth.
The events of past that remain in me,
the scenario of loosing you ,
was haunting to my soul,
now it is more than a reality to me.
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