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 Oct 2014 Harsh Sandhu
Rana Ayman
Alone I am in the darkest days
The roads the streets all block my way
The beast inside fighting to thrive
To find my way in the ocean and dive
To save my soul though it chose to die
I am the lonely, I am the weak
I took the burden, fell off the peak
They keep coming one after the other
Shattering my soul, but it doesn't bother
I already lost what mattered the most
& nothing I do would get back what's lost
I choose to turn it all off
To fly away just like a dove
Nothing to lose , nothing to gain
I choose to let go of the pain...
I don't think you fully understand the way you make me feel.

How is it possible that I feel like I'm in two places at once? That I'm standing here on earth but my heart is flying to the heavens. That I am in summer and spring at the same time. Seasons blur into one dream altogether. I know it's surreal, but for me, all seasons are fall.

Fall

I Fall.

I fall for you everyday... Every second... In every moment of my existence since the day you made yourself too big to ignore; too important to keep away from.
The Joy of Reading
Is like no other
its a peaceful fullfilment
that lights you from within.

It Transports you
to strange and wonderful places
Some you've heard about
some you never could have dreamed of
even in your wildest dreams

It can take your stress away
and leave you in a happy place

It settles around you
like an old familair Blanket
Comforting you and soothing you
in ways only reading can
Inspired by a conversation I had
 Oct 2014 Harsh Sandhu
Sarah
I have been
waiting for
thunder so long

Checking the sky
endlessly
furiously
impatiently
searching

I have been waiting
for lightening to
strike
and for that sturdy
oak to come
crashing down

My stomach hurts in the morning
when I first open my eyes
and it's hard to breathe
imagine another day

in another burning room

This calm is so unsettling
when I can see the storm
raging in you.
 Oct 2014 Harsh Sandhu
Sarah
Promise me
that you won't
let your feet
scrape against
the broken sand
and get tangled
in the river
weeds again

You're the one,
and I'm trying
so hard to cut
back the weeds
that pull you down

but the river is cold
and I panic
in ice
and the rapids
keep taking
me down

Promise me
you'll try to
keep your head
up,
as will I,
and that you'll
let yourself
feel the sunlight
again.
 Oct 2014 Harsh Sandhu
Rupal
Don't create
Friends
or
Enemies...

You'll get
caught up
in your
own creation...

Learn to
remain in
solitude
with everything
around you*...
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