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Jun 2020
I choose to be an ignorant freek to you
why the **** my thumb types back on you
Is it you who makes me feel less worth in street
or
Is it you that gives me lessons to fight back for esteem.
What should i say to myself?
what should i convey to the space inside the mind shelfs?
And then there is me diving again
into the mute voice
scattering the pixels caught in dimension of the "subway"
that connects the ultimate source of art,
The Heart.

And innocent heart
keeps the shelfs filled with goodness of invisibile atoms you blow from far
  which enter inside my brain and regards
   by altering away all the siniater
migrants apart
leaving virtue symbols of faith, hope and hault.

Alas, I stayback and breathe the air you blow
which is still unseen to know the true node
And so i read back the lines again
entering into the shelf of the mind games
switiching the lanes
I go back again through the subway
to ask the heart the remaning pain
that
the shelf is still empty with sublimations
and
haunts for only one collection
and so it says
You, or you?
answer would never get open
Amilie wants to know the answer of Stan's presence into her life. But he keeps the atmosphere in an illusion nature staying as a far away zone but still whenever the conversation happens the spark is back.
But somehow when Amilie never tells Stan her feelings of missing him as she understands his part of life.
And she always keeps the words inside and waits for him to come back.
And during this ongoing gap she asks her mind and heart to tell her that is he really there in her life? She fears to let herself get hurt and ignores him to stay away but again she falls back for him with his beautiful words and lessons he gave.
And thats the reason the question is never answered.
answer would never get open.
because he love someone else. he broked up with her but still have a drop inside him.
amelie knows everything and thats how she struggle to keep it inside and stay
or not stay?
answer would never get open.
Deepali
Written by
Deepali  27/F/India
(27/F/India)   
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