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 Dec 2014 Isha Kumar
kaye
tuesday
 Dec 2014 Isha Kumar
kaye
it was tuesday
when our physics teacher told us
you weren't coming back anymore.
"what?", i said.
i didn't hear him right,
i convinced myself.

they went on talking about the dates
and funerals
and wakes
but i didn't hear a word.

all i heard was the violent beating of my heart
and the rhythmic pounding of my head
and how i never, ever wanted to feel this way again.

and i wondered, if they knew,
that they'd have to bury me soon, too.
wait for me i'm almost there
The sky became dark
The waves were getting rough
The dining room was full of beautiful people
looking their best, all dressed up
The tables started to shake
Lightly at first
Everyone sipping their drinks, quenching their thirst
No one noticed, as the ship began to shake
Waves getting bigger
Get ready for the quake
No one was prepared
For what was to come
Blissfully eating and drinking
Getting comfortably numb
Smiling faces filled the room
Lights went dark, then came the gloom
Whistles were singing
fear in the air
Did anyone know, did anyone care?
Then it hit
Out of nowhere
A wall of water, no time for fear
It's time to say goodbye
Kiss me one more time my love
Before we die
 Dec 2014 Isha Kumar
Amanda Kyara
I am not a ****
like you had put me down to be.

I am way more than that.

I'm a flower that will keep growing
even when you're done stepping on me

because you walking over me will no longer have any affect on me
I think I'm over it, and I'm better off now.
 Dec 2014 Isha Kumar
Greyson Fay
I stare into your eyes
defiant
Who are you to question me?
I who stands curagous and brave.
Strong and willing.
Greatfull and compassionate.
I have won

Armies of jealousy and propaganda
Holding no power.
They tumble and scrape.
A fit for escape.

Eyes open for the first time
*They are alone
 Dec 2014 Isha Kumar
Deeba
I did knock the tree trunk
Harder and harder,
as though i am a woodpecker.
in search of something inside it
and to ask the question
But what i get,
is not an answer,
but a few dried leaves
waiting to fall on me and die on the ground.

I did throw pebbles
on the banks of a river
Farther and Farther,
in the quest of something below the water
to ask the question.
But what i get
is not an answer,
but a splash of tiny drops
waiting to touch my skin and get dried up.

I did run in the direction of the wind
Faster and faster
to defeat it, to stop it
and to ask the question
But what i get
is not an answer
but a heavy breathlessness
eating up my energy, and splashing the sweat all over.

And finally i did fight with God
and prayed with utter dedication
But I still don't get an answer
Because he says, the answer is within me
My conscience should answer and no one else.

He says: "Its alright not to know the answers
For they are meant to come to you
when you least expect them."
When I am gone,
find me in the
slow, creeping morning light
at dawn
when the dew glistens
and returns to its creator.

When I am gone,
find me in the sparrow
that swoops and bends
to find the perfect place
in a giving tree.

When I am gone,
find me in the genuine smiles
of those around you
whom you fill with great joy.

When I am gone,
find me in the radiant sun
peaking through the clouds
giving light to the world.

When I am gone,
feel my love
for my love is a candle
ever burning, never fading,
always understanding that
sometime we will meet again
soon.
Maybe* we are not bounded by the Bars of Prison,
But maybe we are bounded by the Lies of a Person

Maybe we Believed,
But maybe we were Deceived

The fact that I felt is the truth that I showed
You may not be perfect, but you are still gold
You may not see, but something I can prove
When I miss a beat, you put me back in the groove

Maybe we do not seek it,
But maybe we are waiting

Maybe we denied,
But maybe we were destined

Everyday feels like a retreat
With you, everyone we can beat
With you, adventures we greet
With you, my life is complete

*Unless we try, We Would Never Know
In passing with my mind
on nothing in the world

but the right of way
I enjoy on the road by

virtue of the law—
I saw

an elderly man who
smiled and looked away

to the north past a house—
a woman in blue

who was laughing and
leaning forward to look up

into the man’s half
averted face

and a boy of eight who was
looking at the middle of

the man’s belly
at a watchchain—

The supreme importance
of this nameless spectacle

sped me by them
without a word—

Why bother where I went?
for I went spinning on the

four wheels of my car
along the wet road until

I saw a girl with one leg
over the rail of a balcony
so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens
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