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Neha shimoga Mar 2016
I tempestously glanced at your
black, cruel soul
where I no longer
found devotion and grace.
You bit your lips with excitement
and pulled me close to you
using a lace.
I thought you were a work
of art but you made
crooked lines appear on my
heart.
You looked at me with lust
in your eyes and I mistook
it for love.
All you ever wanted to do was
set my body on fire using your
lighter and all I ever wanted
was to love each other so
hard that our atoms get blown
in the form of dust back to the
place from where we came.
But you had other filty things
on your mind that made
me wonder if you were
worth my time.
Your hoodie that once smelt
like your cologne started giving
out a foul smell just like your
nasty soul.
Poor you, you thought that I
was devastated when
your mask fell on the ground
but little did you know I had
already detached you from
my body because you had
turned my body into
a souless
vessel.
You thought that you could
design my catastrophe and tear
my skin apart with your envious
words but I was too strong
and determined to be defeated.
I once thought you had a celestial
mind and an angelic heart but
I didn't realize that you were
pouring salt on my cuts.
I am closing this atrocious
chapter forever and turning
the page because it's easier
to let you go than holding
on to you .
Never let anybody take the spark away from your eyes. If you have been hurt a lot cry a river, build a bridge and get over it. learn to be happy . Move on. It's a  chapter in the book but don't close the book just turn the page cuz something nice will definitely come along and make you happier than you have ever been. Just believe in yourself.
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Neha shimoga Feb 2016
I heard the car leave.
He left with my dreams,
which I still couldn't believe
Incomplete and shattered.
I was sitting in the corner
as the night stole in.
The sky looked as pale as my
face when I looked into
the mirror.
My love for him was
blistering.
It was warm, untamed and
Vehement.
My heart sunk and my
body was floating.
My soul was wondering,
craving his fake love and allegiance.
My heart was filled with poison
and my mind with flashbacks.
He stabbed my heart with his
poisonous malicious words.
He had destroyed the glitter
in my eyes.
I felt used, I was again a
victim of the same game but
this time I heard him screaming
her name.
Before I could take a step back
he had captured most of my heart
and poisoned it with his phony love.
The cologne of his shirt and the song
he sang that only I could hear
kept lingering in my mind.
How could I let him go when
he looked so much like an
angel?
He had a smile that could light
up my entire world but his
poweful heinous words broke
the ***** that pumped my blood.
He left peacully and quietly
smoking his last
cigarette setting my world on
fire.
And I sat there admiring the
beauty of the view that was
burning.
When that one special person leaves your life you feel empty and broken. Everything falls apart. It's hard to accept the fact that the person is gone who gave you so much to remember. But it's even worse when it's one sided. The person you loved never loved you back but played with you and your feelings and pushed you to that point where you no longer care. That is when you become numb and emotionless. You realize that, that one person has ruined everything and you couldn't do anything just because you were attached to him/her.
Neha shimoga Jan 2016
"I can't do this anymore."
She said as she dropped
the razor from her hand.
The cuts on her hand were
as deep as her love for him was.
She sat there weeping all night
thinking of how she could reverse
the time and heal her wounds.
The night was as troglodytic
as her heart.
She clenched her fist tight as she
heard it whisper in her ears.
A very familiar voice but not
palatable to hear.
A voice that sounds like an elegy.
Her world spun at the speed of light
when it said it's stuck to her.
Her hands started trembling as
it was latched onto her.
Nails so long and eyes so red
she couldn't stop the horrendous
voices in her head.
As soon as the firebolt struck
the ground the wolves started
bawling, the fiendish and
diabolical sky started mourning.
All she wanted at that
time was to be free of that
unendurable and inadmissible
pain but the depression which
came in the form of Mephistopheles
did not let her empty her vessel.
As the long abominable and
atrocious night passed she was
found lying on the floor breathing
but not alive.
She was completely shattered and
broken into tiny bits but
with every tiny bit she still
loved him.
That was the night she realized
what it was like to
live with depression.
I have no words.
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Neha shimoga Jan 2016
The congenial and amusing essence of the grass fills my mind with freshness and newness             
I  lay on the cozy, cushy meadow as I look at the empyrean sky.
The stars shine just as bright as a happy smile that's seen very rarely in this hoggish and egoistic world.
I close my eyes and picture the rapturous sky.
My mind flushes the Stygian sky with colours. A little red from the right and a little blue from the left.
As soon as the colours collide the sky turns lilac.
I see myself struggling to get up to fly in that dazzling lilac sky as my legs are tied to the chains which are buried deep inside the earth where the Satan lives.
I cry as I feel the Satan pulling me down.
Just then I realized that holding on  to the unchangeable past serves no purpose and will never let me reveal the mysteries of tomorrow.
Moving on can be very diffucult. But realizing that it's time to move on can be more tough and confusing. Stop trying to hold on to your past. The more and more you think about your past the more it'll sink into you and make you suffer. There are many other beautiful things waiting in your life ahead.
This poem is about me where I am struggling to move on but realized that it was a little too late as I have wasted too much time thinking about my past and now it's not letting me go.
Neha shimoga Jan 2016
That dusky face
Those dainty dark circles
That celestial mind
And that holy symmetrical, well formed smile can set everything straight and make me glow.
When we collide sparks fly which brings cheeriness and delectation.
And when I look into your bewitching and ravishing eyes that is when I feel forelsket, the beginning of love
My very first poem :')
Neha shimoga Jan 2016
My stomach flips
When I think of you.
My head spins,
my hands shake and
my legs palpitate at the
thought of losing you.
I enter my own world
of the blues where the
monody is being played.
I see the Dybbuk with it's
venomous blood thirsty beasts
dancing to the lugubrious ditty
It's a place of hatred and detestation
where love doesn't exist.
A place that's perfect for your
Stygian soul
As soon as I look into the Dybbuk's
red boiling eyes the memories sneak
out of my eyes and roll down my cheeks
The pain I feel is unbearable and inadmissible
And all I can think of is a way to escape
from this love prison.
But oh, I realized a little too late
that you're the king of the sinners
and you turned and twisted my heart
and I'm just another victim of your favourite crime...
Neha shimoga Jan 2016
That angelic smile.
That evil heart
That beautiful mind
When you touched me your
atoms snuck into my skin.
I still smell you in my hair and in
my clothes. How can I forget that
essence when everything I do just
reminds me of you. I catch myself
Simper and dancing to your assonance
You hit me like ocean waves
And you've flooded my heart with
ebullience and enthusiasm..
I'm ready to shed all my skin to the very bone
beneath it and lay
my heart down underneath yours
just to show you
how much I adore you..
But I know it's not going to bother you
because of the vivacity
on your face when I see her existing in
your dreams.

— The End —