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Priya Patel Feb 2015
In the moments of silence
that follow in the wake of your absence,
my ears shatter a thousand times
A thousand times I hear your name,
ache for your whisper
in the soft of my ear;
ache for you to be here
At times, I am alone in my thoughts;
alone in the dark of night
And when all is quiet
but the screams of your silence,
I hear your name a thousand times
Come home, I need you…
Priya Patel Nov 2014
You were my moment of weakness
unsuspecting, unknowingly
relentless with your charm
triggering my hearts alarm
Years of building walls
hours spent reminding myself
that the doors to love have closed
then you come along
and suddenly I'm exposed
Opening doors
knocking down walls
falling in love beneath waterfalls
just as we were drowning
in hurt and pain
love comes knocking again
You were my moment of weakness
and now my life is just moments
beneath waterfalls
falling in love all over again
Priya Patel Nov 2014
In the place of my return
A hummingbird
shall linger in your air
She will flutter
in the locks off your hair
and will kiss the lines on your forehead
caressing you soft as I once did
She will be the laughter you seek
and the smile you live for
as mine once was
In the place of my return
She will become me
Priya Patel Nov 2014
I watch in a silent reverie
the face staring back at me
the eyes sunken in pain
and then I cry again
This can't be me
I trace the place
with my fingertips
where once there was a smile
and now only misery
This can't be me

This can't be the pain I see
I trusted you
But you hurt me
Left me in pain while I sat in the rain
Caused so much to change
You went away
You did your own thing
Left me in this place
Broken and abused
Searching for the light
This can't be me
Priya Patel Nov 2014
I cried tonight
Soft pillows for which tears to fall
I felt the pent up strains
the aches and pains
drip softly down my cheeks
Does this make me weak?
Then let it be
Let it be me
that's screams aloud
through the tears
of pent up fears
that falls softly upon my cheeks
Priya Patel Nov 2014
harsh rains soak through me
suddenly refertilized
once again I bloom

my roots awakened
the child in me comes alive
dancing in the rain
Priya Patel Nov 2014
Upon a bed of bursting orange
and golden yellow leaves
A pattern forms upon the ground
that nature gently weaves

I watch as they slowly pirouette
to their final resting place

My feet softly crunching on
the jewels of fall
from splendid trees so tall

Relishing each moment
Shivering from the cold
I feel peace settling into me

Twirling in circles
bright colors in the air
snowflakes tickling
the strands of my hair

The cool crisp wind
guiding the dancing leaves home
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