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'Many people thank God for you.
Really, it's all we do!
We wear a smile you may never see.
When your heart hurts, it's our hearts that bleed.'
Maybe she's hurting worse than we can believe
It's life and fame that have hurt her, you see
Living in the spotlight can't all be fun
Every cruel word thrown must weigh a ton
Young and broken, caught between two worlds

      am I the only one who hurts for this girl?

Constantly praying for her heart and her life
Yes, she's a mess, but she's loved by Christ
Rejected and ridiculed, recognized and raved
Unfortunately, though, she doesn't know the Way
Someone help her, open her eyes

      am I the only one who cares if she cries?

Masked and amused by the world and the fame
In the end, she'll leave this world just as she came
Lies surround her about who she should be
Each lie entangles her, she needs to be freed
Yes, Jesus died for her

      He came to forgive and cleanse and redeem her!

Call on His name, girl
Your value is worth more than diamonds and pearls
Run to Him and accept His Truth
Unconditional is the love that He offers to you
Salvation is yours, take His free gift

       *Jesus died so that you could live.
After the morning walk,
While returning,
Bought two bananas from the tea shop

While eating it,
Tried sketching the person
Who cultivated it, in my imagination

Where would the farmer
Who grew the bananas
That I am eating now, be?

Will he be sleeping
Or farming?

Will he be

While thinking about the farmer,
Remembered father, who was an agriculturist himself

Pity!

It was necessary to buy a banana
For this ungrateful seed
To remember its own cultivator!
Translation : Anitha Varma
Empty

I woke up this morning!
It is cool out and lovely
But, with all this beauty
I feel nothing but empty.

I usually feel happy, excited
Can’t wait to go out and feel
But, not anymore
I feel nothing but empty.

I hurt inside, where I breathe
I feel a tightness that can’t expel
But, like always, I must go on
I feel nothing but empty.

I feel I should cry,
My eyes are on the brim
But, I don’t
I feel nothing but empty.
I wished that I could be a forest
growing, quietly nurturing
nothing more than a harmonized heartbeat
a shared breath, a family of sighs
I wanted to be taller than everything around me
to provide a shelter within myself
I craved for the sunlight
to only glaze the top of my hands
my forever reaching fingertips
young, bleeding roots, stretching beneath me
where I could feel myself breaking
I would laugh and sprint beyond my border
there would be no borders
I would be infinite

— The End —