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Neha shimoga Nov 2016
A strong rhapsodic feeling
when your face just pops
up for the billionth time.
Emotions just find their way
through and along with it
comes the impermissible pain.
I have started to find pleasure
in pain.
Dancing with the execrable
devil, bare footed on the pieces
of broken glass gets me high
on the poison my soul's dripping.
Reminds me how the wine in the
bottle was replaced with blood
and the scars you left on my
body remained untouched.
The night when I saw fire
in your eyes a feeling was born.
A feeling that brought excruciating
pain.
Fire in your eyes and stars in mine,
we overdosed on ****. We danced
all night on the dolorous monody
and bled to death.
Death was only the beginning,
the beginning of pain.
Sitting in a stygian place trying
to find a way to reach your ******
soul, I denied heaven.
I walked alone on the path that
led to you. That led to hell.
Loving you was wrong. It was
painful. It stung me and injected
venom into every single atom
of mine.
Pain o pain you have never left
my side, all the roses in my
hair have wilted and the violets
have died.
Just leave me alone. Just leave me
alone.
Find a love, that's not painful. Love is like a plant. Nourish it, make it grow , water it daily and expose it to the sunlight. Don't let it die. :)))
Hope you guys like my poem !
Neha shimoga Nov 2016
You've destroyed me in every
beautiful way possible.
Ripped me like your
torn up jeans and
shredded my heart
in to tiny bits.
You were a stubborn  
mess.
I tried so hard.
But you were
hopeless.
You entered like a tornado,
And I thought
you were a blessing.  
But little did I know
that you were meant
to be just a lesson
in my life.
Your love was like
water.
I drowned in it and
And couldn't live without it.
But what did you do?
Just flowed out of my
life like all of it never
happened.
Didn't know the flashbacks
and memories would
slowly creep in to my life
and bother me.
I know I shouldn't
be writing this.
But I wouldn't have
been where I am today
without all those heartbreaks.
At some point I wasn't
ready to accept the fact
that you weren't mine.
I agree I have acted
like an immature brat
but honestly I couldn't
have asked for a better
teacher.
I have learnt how to fake
a smile and deal with sorrow.
I have learnt to live with
the pain and the unrecoverable
breathless moments.
I have been done and dusted,
I know an old chapter,
I ain't the reason behind
your smile anymore.
You went teaching me
a lot of things.
I didn't realize until
I had completely
fallen.
Well, my mistake.
Stupid heart.
Now you know my
pumping machine, how
mordacious
falling in love could be.
Thank you for all the
damage and making
me wiser.
I know it has been really long since I posted something. I will try posting regularly. :))

Anyways, this poem is a quick reminder to all of you out there. Start taking things positively. If your heart has been broken then just embrace the pain and take it as a lesson. Don't try to suppress your feelings. You are allowed to feel sad. You are allowed to break down but make sure you dont make it last too long. Get over it. You will find someone way better. Someone who understands you and gets you. Someone, who wouldn't leave your side ever. So just let go your past and make space for what's coming. Not everybody is serious when it comes to relationships. Some people take it for granted and some people just cut in between and move on.  They don't even have the will to hold on. Even if there are millions of reasons to give up, love always finds one reason to hold on.  So just take it as a lesson and choose wisely who you open up to.
Neha shimoga Sep 2016
Tick tock tick tock
The clock struck
twelve.
She clutched her pillow
tight.
All the fiendish voices
in her head and the
Unforgettable memories
lingered in her mind.
His dulcet and enticing
face, she remembered.
It had been a year
and still found herself
struggling
to get over that
direful and painful
incident.
How could she forget ?
That night , when she prepared
scrumptious food and
arranged a candle light
dinner with a mellifluous
melody to dance to.
And a bottle of champagne.
Everything so perfect
and dreamy.
She waited desperately
for him to arrive in
his car.
It was thirty minutes
past twelve.
She bit her nails
in agitation .
The bell rang
and she rushed
to open the door.
He stood there
sparkling, shining.
He looked beautiful
nearly beyond belief
He entered and
held her waist ,
her hand
and they danced
dreamily on
the resplendent
melody.
A knock on the door
Interrupted their dance.
She wondered who
it could be at this
hour  .
She opened the door
and to her surprise
she saw cops with
flowers and chocolates
in their hands.
The cop reached his
pocket and pulled
a photograph out.
Her hands and legs
started trembling
when she saw the photo.
It was his photo with
blood all over his face
and his body.
She couldn't believe.
She rushed into
the house that was
now lonely.
There was no sign
of him..
She screamed
on top of her
lungs as she
had lost him and
there was no way of
getting him back.
Was it her imagination?
Or did it actually happen?
His car met with an
accident due
to the failure of the brakes
the cops explained.
They handed
the flowers and chocolates
to her.
Her address written on
them made sure it reached
her.
Tears rolled down her
cheeks as she sat there
mourning.
He was gone. All he
left behind was the pain
she had to live with.
She never thought that
this one night could change
her life drastically.
She looked up at the
sky.
The sky looked tragically
beautiful like a grave yard
of stars.
She noticed one star that
that shined the brightest.
With the smallest crescent moon
of a smile on
her testrained face, she thought
that he had always been the
brightest star in her
sky.
How deep is your love ? :')
Can it be expressed in words ?
No it cannot be.
Things always don't go as we plan. But there is nothing more powerful than true love. In this poem, I have described the power of true love.
Neha shimoga Aug 2016
First look, I knew
a spark had grown.
I realized it when
I saw you walking
In the corridor and
that one glance of
you was enough
to transfix me.
Confrontation was
all that needed and
today you wouldn't
have been the poetry
I didn't have to write.
Holding your hand
to tongue kissing
under the moonlight
to drinking wine would
have been the scene .
Getting high on the streets
and drunk on the mini bars.
Grabbing coffee, star
gazing and looking into
each other's eyes.
Platinum rings and that
irreplaceable smile of yours
would have been my serenity.
Beguiling face , didn't know you
would just poison my mind, you're
like a drug to me and loving you is
my addiction.
There doesn't go a day by,
Where I don't think about
you.
But everything's ephemeral
and momentary.
Forever doesn't exist
because you don't exist
in my fantasy world.
but it's she who exists
in your world
and if she can put a
beatific and serene
curve on your face
then I am happy for
you.
I know I am late and I have
to accept my fate.
Just one word and
you wouldn't have been
that someone who I thought
I would miss .
When you start developing feelings towards someone, you tend get butterflies in your stomach when they are around or you just get shy and start blushing. It gets very hard to even look at that person's face and you just sit there wondering whether to confess or not because you are scared that they might reject you. But hearts are often broken by words left unspoken. If you like somebody then don't ever hesitate to confess. What worse could happen? And take a chance you never know how beautiful it might turn out to be. Just make sure it doesn't get too late and that person is gone forever. Don't regret it later just because you didn't have the guts to confess your feelings..
"Oops" is always better than "what if"
Neha shimoga Jul 2016
I hit the bed hard
in suffocation.
Just one last sight of
you would be my resuscitation.
I layed in an obfuscous
place with a malicious
mind and a heartless
vessel. I heard the heavy
throbbing of my virtuous
heart from a very long
distance. All I wanted
was my heart back
from the beast
with enticing eyes
but a black soul.
My legs started palpitating
when I got up because
the place I was in, was cold.
A place not meant for living
was what I was told.
My weakness was dragging
me down but a part of me
was stolen which had
to be brought back
to get
out of this shuddersome
prison.
I took a step forward and
saw  crooked lines made
of ice forming
on the walls of this
dark place.
I walked a little farther and
saw a little girl weeping.
She touched me and her
past just came in flashes.
Her heart was stolen a
long time back and was
never returned by the beast.
I continued walking and saw
a red bird flying in the dark
inky place.
It was nothing but a part of the beast's heart enjoying by
annihilating and crushing
other's dreams....
As I kept walking farther
I saw a malignant spirit
waiting outside the cage
in which my poor heart
was trapped in.
I ran towards it but the filthy
spirit didn't let me go close
to it.
Just then I realized that I was
in the body of the ugly cold hearted
beast whose soul was the spirit
standing outside the cage and was
not willing to give my heart back.
I was trapped inside the
atrocious place forever.
When we give our heart to somebody special, we have no assurance that it will be safe with them. Some people keep it safe where as some people damage it and break it and it stays with them forever. It is very important to get your precious little heart back from the person in order to move on.
This poem is all about me who wants her heart back . I enter the atramentous body of the human (beast) who stole my heart and never returned it back but I realize that I am not the only victim in this game and my heart is trapped in his body forever.
This poem portrays how cruel his soul is. He has been compared to a mephistopheles as he has crushed and broken a lot of people's dreams. He has no shame and is not capable of falling in love.
Neha shimoga Apr 2016
She sat next to me,
a soulless body.
She hid her face
behind the darkness.
She stretched her
hand and showed
me her scars.
She pulled her
heart out and
kept it right in
front of me.
A heart that
was black
and poisoned by
the dart of phony
love.
I looked into her
agonising eyes,
where the spark
no longer existed
She touched me
by her flaccid
fingers.
My world which
was colourful
became a caliginous
place to live in.
As soon as she
touched me, my
heart started throbbing
And my eyes started bleeding.
I could feel her unendurable
pain .
She had just come out
of a fiendish storm and
was afraid of falling again.
But yet she fell again
for a prince who
came on a white horse.
His tranquilizing words
healed her cuts but
little did she know he was
just another mephistopheles
who came to ruin her.
She thought he would never
hurt her but his actions made
deeper cuts .
She had passed her inadmissible
pain to me which ******
the soul out of my body
leaving an empty mind
and a shattered heart.
The chain had just
Started and I realized that
I was the first one who was
targeted.
She is not afraid of heights, deep water or love . She is afraid of falling, drowning and a broken heart .
Neha shimoga Apr 2016
Stygian it was when she
looked at her face.
Her mind was angelic
and so was her soul.
Her lips were droughty
and her eyes were
watering.
Scars on her hand
reminded her of her
flagitious battle against
the world.
Every day she hid
herself in the
shadows of the
people who demean and
demote her as their
soul was as black
as hell which
could conceal
all her flaws and imperfections.
She made darkness her home
as the world outside was cruel.
Nobody looked at her for her
celestial soul.
She had forgotten what it was like
to be euphoric.
All the fiendish products she
used to make herself look
beautiful were lying on
the floor.
With empty eyes
and wasted hopes
she walked
towards the mirror but
turned away as she was
Scared to look at herself.
She wore a mask
of makeup everyday
which still didn't satisfy
society's needs.
Perfect skin with no
Flaws was
Considered the new
beauty.
She had a heart made of gold
but no one realised that
appearance is not what
makes someone beautuful
and beauty is always
on the inside and it
begins when you
start being yourself .
We should always be ourselves and never let anyone bring us down. We all have imperfections and that is what makes us beautiful. One should also have an angelic mind and a celestial soul. Beauty is always on the inside. Inner beauty is what matters the most because most of the times looks can be deceiving too. We should always treat everyone equally and make them realize how pretty and special they are cuz everybody is perfect just the way they are. Be-you-tiful and keep smiling :3
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