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nanda Jan 2018
i can’t stand
the rain against my window
can’t stand
the symphony of drops
tapping gently on my door
can’t stand
the rythm it evokes
and the uncertainty
of it all

i look out of my window
and the sun is up and high
shining its blinding light
feeding the eternal flowers
then the sun dies
and out of the blue
the rain starts
the clouds cover the sky
so dark
so deep
they cry in sync
so sad
so dim

and i cry with the clouds
pour down on my room
over my bed
against the pictures of you

and i cry even harder
when the clouds leave me alone
to cry to myself
because it is still dark out there
and there’s no one to keep me whole

and i can’t stand
that feeling i get
when the clouds cry
and wet my window
with their tender tears
can’t stand the feeling i get
when i think of you
and cry my eyes out
picturing your touch
heard the phrase “can’t stand the rain against my window” on a song and this is what came out of it
nanda Jan 2018
in a void of noise
in the in-between light
in the border of shadows
in the verge of tears
in the corner of a smile

i am everywhere and no where
i cannot find myself
i cannot find meaning
i look in the mirror
sunburnt skin
deep chocolate eyes
dark mane and sharp lips
i see nothing behind my eyes
no spark

i am somewhere i donot know
donot recognize
my heart is the only constant noise
and the only memory left
on my impaired brain
is you
feeling empty
nanda Jan 2018
i am in love
with the in between moment
from when the boat
begans to sail
back to its home

i am in love
with the scene of the water
of how the sky is painted
in every color
and the water
shines in a silver light

i am in love
with the feeling of being one
with the wind
the feeling of the air waves
messing with my hair

i am in love
with the salt on my lips
and burns in my skin
with the taste of your kiss
and the smell of your suit

i am in love
with that in between moment
because when while the yacht
is cruising through the twilight
my problems are left behind
i am no longer
dizzy by the anger
no longer
dazed by my sadness
i am simply amazed
and in love
with the memory of you
and of that of the sea
and the dying sun
spent all day on a yacht, you can guess the rest..
nanda Jan 2018
they force me to come
where the ivy once grew
flourished between the noise
and the ocean’s dance
loved agaisnt the sun
kissed between the sand

and i arrive
to that forgotten place
where the only life left
is of that of the sea
and the stars
where once the crowds gathered
and i was happy
but those people were gone now
dead
just like the magic
and the ivy
that once grew around the white house
and flourished against the sun
filled with life
relaxing during summer somewhere i have been to so many times, it almost feels like home
a poem to stand by ‘the dying ivy’
nanda Jan 2018
the night is made
to say things we never meant
we intoxicate our bodies
transform it on its true self

i think it is funny
how when the sun is up
we walk around praising our life
caring for what the world thinks
pretending to be what we are not
putting on masks
so thick that you could never
ever tell they are fakes

but then the sun goes down
and shine its true light
on the moon
poisoning our veins
luring our hearts
to beat faster
and sing the truth out loud
making us confess
what we would later deny with light
the regrets of the night
nanda Dec 2017
i look into your
light blue eyes
and travel in deep
to this unknown universe
carved by your soul

i wander down
the lanes of your sorrow
down the roads of regret
and i take it all in
learn your mines by heart
tattoo the blueprints to my heart

i pick out
the tiny precious stones
that lay hidden on your mines
hold them in my hand
carry them in my heart

i travel down
all the way to the bottom
of your dangerous mine
any second now
and the earth will come
falling down on me
crashing me and my dreams

but i can’t help
wandering down
your danger mines
simply saw the words in my head and copied them to my heart
nanda Dec 2017
and all of the stars bleed
for the longing
of you and me
simple three lines that kept repeating over and over again in my head, couldn’t find more words to decorate it
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