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 Feb 2015 Kripi
Livingdeadgirl
I'm gonna leave
this world I'm giving up on
there's too much crap
to much pain
to much.......
what is left
what can there be
what can become
why am I asking
there's nothing I can do
nothing I can see
nothing......
I'm done
people all around
trying to be real
when they are so fake
it's unreal
.....like I said
so fake.......
I can't do this anymore
can't live like this anymore
I'm grabbing the glinting metal
I run my thumb over the edge
I smile as the blood trickles down
that metallic red
so thick and beautiful
it runs from the shallow valley
I gasp as I press the edge into my palm
just a quick pain
then nothing
a beautiful thing
the most wondrous loss
I've ever felt
I run my fingers through the gush
it is my paint
I can place it on the page
and make a beautiful disaster
because it is
*it's my beautiful disaster
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Heliza Rose
Words
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Heliza Rose
words refuse to die,
so do not give the wrong words life
Sparrow's twitter
From the dawn of
Hearing the hassle of Myna
This morning
Or the Singing Cuckoo
Of yesterday afternoon

Read the language of their time
When they say it certainly
As the Morning
Evenings
Or mid of the Summer noon

Read their body language
When they are sounding
Beside window
Or playing
In the lake water

Draw my attention
But I don't understand
Completely
Assume
It is a pester
Argue with friends
Or by calling the dear
At this time,
We say that the Spring
Or Say any unspoken Dream
Seeking through the Bridge
That breezing over Heart
And The Soul

You invite
The spring comes
But I do not understand
So what are the
Give your tunes
I sorted the words

Whatever may be the tune
Guess again,
Or partial
But they say
We see
Hear
Their songs
Their mother tongue

They pointed out that
Indicates
Each other
To visit the open sky
Afield
Dance with the wind
It also has to
Entertained
Any pain that may be broken
Their heart
Playing a melancholy tune

Which refers to the words
Of their mother
The words
Of the Nature
Realizes that we
But  never try to feel with the heart
/
The Language of Birds
That we have never tried to feel with the heart
/
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
I had a lot at stake for a long-long time,
The guillotine could not wait to fall,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I was about to go bankrupt just recently,
The vultures had set eyes on my loss,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I could not afford that loss if it happened,
The scavengers roamed freely around,
But glory to the king of hearts...

I was saved with lot of effort & her love,
The vultures were kept away by her,
So glory to the king of hearts...

I won my love back putting all efforts,
The guillotine fails to get my neck,
**So, glory to the queen of my heart...
My HP Poem #783
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
I do not love you,
You read it right,
As saying just I love you is so less.

Because I more than love you, partner,
Yes you're right,
I am totally mad.
My HP Poem #779
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
And my breath becomes so heavy...

Come closer, don't go away
And my breath will become easy...
Thanks for staying, I won't disappoint you ever.

My HP Poem #780
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
Oh beloved princess,
I'm just a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank I have.


You are daughter of the king,
I lack any maids or servants,
You are protected by shawls,
I lack even a blanket or rug..

Get married to a moneylender,
Marry a lucky man...

I have pieces of purity,
But I'm just a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank I have.


You live in the palaces,
I roam the wilderness,
You are not used to it,
I am used to roaming.

Get married to a rich man,
Marry a lucky man.

I just have purity in me,
Yes, I'm a commoner,
I just drink cannabis,
Lime & shank is all I have.


I carry on my austerity in incense,
I drink a slurry of cinders,
I tame hundreds of snakes on my neck,
I will scare you off my saturnalia.

You need a man with wavy hair,
A man with wavy hair.

My hair is dishevelled,
I am a commoner,
And I drink cannabis,
All I have is a lime & shank.
Translation of a Haryanvi folk hymn.

According to folklore, Lord Shiva tells this to his future wife Sati who was a princess that wanted to get married to Shiva.

She has things her own way in the end and marries the God.

In the story, Sati enters the fire when Shiva drinks the venom after Samundra Manthan - a tussle for the Nectar and thus sparing Shiva his life.

Sati was reborn as Parvati who in turn is a manifestation of Shakti - the energy.

Such are mythical love stories.

My HP Poem #781
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Àŧùl
I am not scared of heights,
Not of anything or living beings,
Be it a snake or be it a lion.

I am really brave,
Not put out my flame,
By any serious accident.

I had all my organs failed,
Not my heart had died,
Bring the worst & I won't die.

I was tried by Yamdoot,
No, He couldn't take me,
Because I refused to die then.

I was tried by deadly viral,
Even a fever of 107ºF couldn't **** me,
Because I was yet to meet you.

I am just scared to lose you,
Won't you hold my hand?
Won't you stand by my side...?

Because I know that for sure,
If you are gone from my life,
So would my breath & heartbeat.
Yamdoot is the Hindu messenger of Death working under Shiva & Brahma.

My HP Poem #782
©Atul Kaushal
 Feb 2015 Kripi
effaced
some
    people
          throw
             around
                 words,
                      that
                          others
                               consider
                        ­             precious...
Words like "princess, darling, love, sweetheart", etc. i feel are meant to be for someone you love in a relationship way. Nowadays, everyone seems to consider everything cliche, but honestly they are precious.
 Feb 2015 Kripi
Kelly Rose
Another sleepless night
3am, a bit beyond
the witching hour

A time of quiet reflection
Remembering dreams lost
& Creating dreams to be

Thinking of past sorrows
Anticipating tomorrow's
Joys

Another sleepless night

Contemplating Life's mystery
And
Marveling at the
Wonder of it all...
2/8/2015
KetomaRose
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