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 Sep 2016 Nikita Vyas
Autumn Rose
Come sail with
me, far out into
the rolling
waves of
Aquamarine.
Peacefully
between the
endless black sea
and
the shimmering
skies.
Further and further...
Drifting away from
where
we want to be,
who
we want to be.
Come sail with
me and dream
of blue velvet dreams
under the
moon and stars.
Until we get
carried away
by a Moonlight shadow
as the heart of the sea
breathes us,
We slowly sink in the
haunted remains
of the Universe
 Sep 2016 Nikita Vyas
wordvango
some believe in the deity
others in the sanctity of self
I think poetry is a religion
a soul unto itself
not a god
but close
and I seek her his its
calming words
wisdom
to get on my knees
and worship
every night
alone
here
in my sanctuary
like any
true believer
 Sep 2016 Nikita Vyas
Queen-Midas
The shadows under your eyes spoke of moonlit sleepless lights,
The scars on your wrists spoke of lost battles and fights,
The pills in your shelves spoke of desperate relief,
The blades under your bed spoke of endless gries,
You broken-hearted smile spoke of silent pain,
And the tale of a broken soul, never to be mended again.
Your hands
Over my eyes
I feel
Your breath
Kissing the back
of my head.

Your hands
Over my eyes
They're cold
But please
Do not let go.

Your hands
Over my eyes
I see nothing
But you fill it
With colors,dyes.

Your hands
Over my eyes
I don't mind
Because now
There's only
...
**You and I.
Stay close please/m/.
 Sep 2016 Nikita Vyas
Autumn Rose
Daylight filled
with gold was
broken like a
mirror by the
haunted mist
of midnight.

The crickets
were singing
their lullaby
on the late
summer breeze.

My heart
slowly listened,
As lonely as the
howling wind
outside my window.

And i knew it
was Autumn,
As the auburn leaves
in the forest fell,
so did i,
So did I...
 Sep 2016 Nikita Vyas
Sourodeep
Ink
 Sep 2016 Nikita Vyas
Sourodeep
Ink
Scratching for quite some time
on this blank white page,
my emotions flow
shine and glow
till the emptiness
imbibes my thoughts
like raindrops after a **drought.
I love fountain ink pens :)
 Sep 2016 Nikita Vyas
Traveler
He hugged me
Tears running down his face
I felt him shudder
For the whole human race

Just who condemned him
Has always been clear
The righteous
The believers
The possessors
Of fear

Yet sympathy
I felt
For the Devil
Himself
Because forgiveness
   Runs through my veins...
Traveler Tim

We pay our debt sometimes.
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