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Sahil Suri Dec 2012
Why do You tempt us so?
or attempt to tempt as I may say
to intrinsically Covett us with your beauty?
your feinted image but puddle-rooted

waver as you may...

For is it every flower's duty?
to lure in weary enamored travelers
and be loved only by blinded wayfarers?
hence the expression stop and smell the roses-

no?

And yet You have come to be known
as the pinnacle of beauty and love
whilst You would know not of either
compassion, romance, and emotion...

more of a lack thereof..

for true beauty is not measured
by the magnificance of your flower
but is rather found  in beauty of your roots
the same can be said for love

*it requires but one to do the digging...
Sahil Suri Dec 2012
many claim their girls are one- of- a- kind
it's just that is not the case for mine
for most it is just a state of mind
A notion they follow blindly

for I know my girl can't be the only one
crafted ever so perfectly
Made to by the same model
There must me many more

for I know that there are others like her
made beautiful inside and out
from her frizzy golden hair
to her chin dimple and sassy pout

there are many others like her -
of that I am sure
and they are called angles

...and in the heavens they soar
Sahil Suri Nov 2012
descending from heaven's height
to cover the world with your beauty and might
amongst others you may feel insignificant- meek
but remember always- *YOU ARE UNIQUE!
Sahil Suri Aug 2012
I tried to write you a song
about all the things you do
but trying to rhyme with
beautiful
is really hard to do
it's true

So I settled for a poem
But i guess you could sing that too
so let's just call this a song
from me
to you

you taught me a lot
from biology
to the meaning of synechdoche
but that's not why
you make me happy

Maybe it's your smile
but that's so cliche'
well what is it
that I'm actually trying to say

Ali
I think im going a bit crazy
tipsy
heads-over heals-y
for you
...
and honestly

I don't know what to do

...
but I don't want to do anything
without you
<3
Sahil Suri Feb 2013
I wanted to write you something..
Gushy-
Sweet-
About how two dorks meet
And fall for each other

Then imagined how you'd read it
calling it clichè
after reading just a bit

Most of my poems for you end up that way.....


So....
That's what I'm going to write about today.

I hate that word clichè
What does it mean anyway?
Is it bad, is it wrong?
Is it something that people frown upon?

I wouldn't dare to talk of your ocean eyes, in which I get lost

Never...

Or Those horrid stars
Who knew not of "twinkle" till they saw your eyes

Heavens no...

I would never write about your dimple, your voice... I mean like that's even a choice

Nope...

I should write of things less clichè

Like pirates... With manatees ...On a spaceship.. Keeping' it simple

Do you despise clichè?
Seriously.. Tell me if you feel that way....
I can most certainly write about
Much more you see

From your pyromania
To love of the big city
From the middle name of Claire
... And let's not forget the hair

And while i still understand not of this clichè

All I have left to say-
Is
My muse,
My my friend
Ms Massooon
Happy birthday-
And I love you <3
Happy birthday Ali, I love you.
Sahil Suri Jan 2013
waiting for him to ride by on his bike
Bringing with him the air of summer and grass stained clothes
We ride together, speeding through puddles
Speeding though problems like they are
but puddles- oil stained
we ride through time, without rhyme or reason
Without purpose or direction
we leave that oak tree
Together. Free.
Free.together.
A poem I wrote with my friend brinley :)
Sahil Suri Sep 2012
Dear Ali

Your laugh,
the pulse, that can stop my heart’s beat
or start it anew once more

Your hands,
crutches that keep me standing  strong
through the good times and wrong

Your eyes,
Two beautiful jewels as blue as the ocean,
and well
... I tend to get lost out at sea

Your lips,
Purer than the softest silk
and more beautiful than you could ever think

Your touch,
warms me to my core
And always leaves me thinking of you, more and more

Your love,
Changes life’s very meaning
From innately odd, to beautifully teaming

Your soul,
is as pure as a drop of gold
and far more precious

My hand,
longing, hoping, waiting to interlock with yours
Eternally- together
My chest,
but a pillow
My shoulder,
but a tissue, to wipe your every tear
My arms,
your shield
My ears,
your diary
My motive,
your eternal happiness
My heart,
beats for you and you alone

My life,
all yours if only
You could take it’s dictionary-
and rip out the word lonely

and I could say to you
What I’ve been trying to say
Since I fell for you
Al
I, I love you.
Sahil Suri Apr 2014
Have  I ever told you- I still have your boutonniere?
Perched proudly upon my poetry books~
All of the memories of "Us" may have been stored-
hidden-
in a box solely for those memories
but that flower stands proudly,
untouched from the date- May 3rd

Fragile as it may be ( now dehydrated )
It remains a symbol of our love -
Filled with beauty, and fantasy-
but now dried out-
yet I still have it

Should I throw it away?
Forget and abandon it-
Or keep it as a memory?
and risk it growing on me
The longer it stays
the more questions arise...

Do you still have yours- Or is it gone forever?
*Do withered flowers lose their beauty?
Sahil Suri Sep 2012
Every time i see you
It's like love at first sight
my heart falls to my stomach
my palms get sweaty
my voice runs away

To be honest
I force myself not to do the same

because
every time i see you
my mind goes blank
any thought
worry
stress
or previous notion

all
blank.

It focuses on you
your perfect pink lips
your crystal blue eyes
your beautifully frizzy hair
your dimples
That space between your fingers
--where mine belong--

oh if i could sing
we could make such a beautiful song
i would never do you any wrong

somehow you heard what i was trying to say
and then you said "yes'
--my heart screamed YAY!--

and yet
every time i see you I forget
that I can call you my own
and feel as if we are but strangers
and I am falling in love with you
for the first time in my life

But I promise you
I will soon conquer this nervousness
and become
the guy you signed up for :)
And ill give you all my love
and more
Sahil Suri Dec 2012
Tonight we fly
under the stars
that light the night sky

tonight we
d
      a
           n
                c
                     e
our movements illuminated
by the night's shining light

soon we will
F
       L
              Y
          A
       W
   A
and in the sky
while it may seem
that we are drifting
A      P         A            R                  T
promise me
we'll always fly together
My friend and I decided to do a random "do-not-think" type poetry and just write in under 10 minutes. hope you like it :)
Sahil Suri Mar 2014
Before I begin, allow me to explain,
I too loved.. once,
so think of me not as some cynic-
nor as a master in the ways of love-
but rather as a keen observer-
now, that may mean I have nothing to offer you-
no insider knowledge-
no secrets of love-

But I do  know how to tell a true love story -

Interested?
Fantastic-
So let’s begin,

True love, if there is such a thing at all,
is like the thread that makes the cloth
you can’t tease it out-
you can’t extract meaning-
without ending up deeper in the web-
and it always remains-
hidden under layers -

In the end, that’s all you can really say about any
True love story-
They don’t generalize-
They don’t analyze-
They arent found-
They just… happen.

and that’s what makes them “true.”

But what is this coveted “love” -
the emotion?-
the act?-
the mentality?-

Love, is a constant state of illusionment-

A collective agreement amongst humans-
that it, whatever it may be,  can be treated as an excuse
for recklessness, irrationality, and misplaced strife-  

A quid pro quo  between two individuals-
to agree that they are doing something-
anything-
other than mindlessly drudging through life-

Now that is not to say that what love creates is pointless-
I said before, I have felt the embrace of love
Love festers between individuals for so long
it has no option-
but to mould the physical to itself-
and alter our personalities-

Characterized by spontaneity-
by indulgence-
by risk-
to love is the most dangerous experience in existence-
the act of being fully vulnerable with another-
while promising not to hurt them the same-

Love is characterized by vulnerability-
and the constant fear of being hurt-

So you want to know how to write a true love story?
be honest-
dwell not on the “romantic” blindfolds that keep us irrationally seeking our partners-
dwell not on the on the memories of a love that blossomed-
reveal the core of love -

A true love story comes from gut instinct-
A true love story, comes from experience.
A true love story, if truly told, makes the stomach believe

So I said I loved once,
allow me to elaborate-

I too have felt the “butterfly stomach”
- where the insides of the lovestruck turn on their host and manifests the emotional significance of meeting “the one”

I too have spent the day daydreaming...
-Lost in the thought of “the one”, seeking brief breaks from reality in my mind between moments of  utter normalcy

I too have melted into a puddle of emotion….
-lying next to “the one” as we slowly spill more and more of the secrets that bound us as individuals, joining a spirit much larger than ourselves-

I too have felt... invincible-
-to know that I’ve found something more significant than myself. Something that replaces the fear of the future.. and makes it something to look forward to.

Yes, I too have fallen in love.
and I did just that-
I fell.





..And that is my true love story-
Edit: Thank you everyone. It has meant a lot.
Sahil Suri Jan 2013
I tried to skate, for the first time in my life.
at 17 years old... a noble strife
tough... an understatement
for apparently..uncoordinated am I .

So here's what I learned:
Skating is life

there are those who are learning
who must hold on for help
and those who glide with grace
and try to help the rest

neither age nor time matter

just fun
joy
everyone working together

practicing
learning
and slowly getting better

It is
in it's litteral essence
learning to survive on thin ice

and having good friends
good people to guide you
aiding in whatever you may do

makes it all worthwhile

and all the more fun
to fall on your ***
and get up to try again
:)
yea.. a true story
I felt bad so many people were spending time to try and help me... when they could be having fun. Yet only now have I realized that that's just how it is. And I realized that im surrounded by some great people. Overall,  im glad i did it for I now know that I can trust these wonderful people to always be there to catch me :)
Sahil Suri Dec 2012
As I walk through the streets of Newark
on this christmas' eve
I see as the mayans did
a world plunged in calamity

For I see not lovebirds walking by
nor do I see the old men waving hi
where have all these good people gone?
does anyone else see anything wrong?

The stores, not decorated festively
but one wreath perched up high
as the TV screens buzz on
about ******, ****, and genocide

Is this what has become of christmas eve?
if so I truly do not believe
that there is any value in the holiday
well at least not anymore...

and it all might as well have ended
more than 3 days ago

honestly- mayans- am I too late?
was your doomsday prediction delayed?
a prophesy that we have yet to see
about how we shall destroy ourselves

we all jumped to assume that the end
shall come from some horrid outside force
this allowed us all to just pretend
that humans don't hurt humans- of course.

While there are no children in the streets
and they fear of what may come
from the horrid acts they have seen on TV
they say to Saint Nicholas,

"You ask to know my christmas gift- and I have but one"
"please make sure those who are hurting will get some"

and just as you mayans
came to destroy yourself
is that what we
shall come to do once again?


...
or is there hope?
As I was walking through the streets of Newark NJ on christmas eve.. I saw no one on the streets, there was no hustling and bustling, no lovebirds walking by, no kids , no new mothers with their babies..and the streets weren't decorated at all... The tvs were left on, and not a single good thing was shown... it truly caused me to think about how lucky I am and how much christmas has changed since I was a kid
Sahil Suri Nov 2012
As the beautiful leaves
upon high bristled trees
must fall as fall turn winter

we must, as time comes
fall over and die
but we shan't do it alone-

yes... together

for we must die
and while many years shall go by
until we must think of such things

we need not mourn this fate
this ominous end, this opening gate
for just being allowed to die

makes us lucky

for the number of people unborn
the acceptance of existence- torn
shadows any number we could see

more than the grains of sand
in the sahara, and
more than the fishes in the sea

and of those unborn ghosts
are greater poets, better hosts
better scientists, never to put on lab coats

when thinking of the billions  
that could be here replacing the millions
making our existences seem small and meek

against these stupefying odds
you and I, no scourge of the gods
in all our ordinariness

well we...

we are the lucky ones.
Sahil Suri Dec 2015
8 ½ by 11 pieces of paper,
College-ruled,
Empty.

That’s how it all started...
Empty-
Filled with possibility-

slowly, we added more
filling the paper together
with dreams-
ambitions-  
secrets-

Letters sent back and forth
professing our love
dreaming for the future,

and creating lists-
lists.

lists of the future-
lists of our dreams together-
lists of future plans and happy things-

and as we listed our lives,
we forgot to live them.

we listed romantic dreams
until romance became a dream-

we listed happy things-
until we had none between us..

and then we realized…
that our little page was filled

there was no room for us...

I keep those lists,
in my book,
with me at all times
hidden from the world-

hoping that one day
we may still make those dreams we once dreamed
come true-
knowing we won’t -
the pages aren’t empty-
But I sure am-

an empty shell of my existence
a blank piece of 8 ½ by 11 paper-
All I have is
the list of our future plans and happy little things

our list-

I think it’s time to make a new one-


but **** if I won't keep trying
to one day make those lists
mean something again-

*Who knew... it takes longer to move on than it does to fall in love.
The first poem I have written in a very, very long time.
Sahil Suri Jan 2013
Exiled, banished,
Sent down from your throne in heavens gate
to the torrential dullness of earth
the mear morals around me would call this "paradise lost"
yet I refer to it as my paradise found

For were the angles to be banished to earth
what may one state the difference be?
If there be such beauty in this world as you-
heaven doth speak out of sheer vanity

as to call itself the epitome of prosperity?
and forth to label itself paradise

for as far as the mear mortal known as I
true paradise lay not in gates of pearl,

yet rather in your heart of gold
Sahil Suri Sep 2012
The perpetual rain
of stress and distain
sadness and sorrow
just people waiting
for a better 'morrow

in this dreaded gloom
very few are brave enough
to come out and bloom

I happened to see one,

and my heart went
ZOOOOOOOOOMM

I may have skipped a few beats
thinking about you
waiting for you in the summer heats
running past you,
in muddy cleats

One like you, rare indeed
not afraid of the rain,
and planting your own seed
and when I see you

I melt into another puddle in the rain
amongst the crowd- all the same
yet puddles can hope to love
yet in your world of magic
I am but one of many muggles
strange indeed

alas, the only ones who fall in love with puddles
are those who dance in the rain

All I have left to say
is Ali...
Dance away
and I will be here for you
:)
2 weeks with the most amazing girl in the world <3
(I only wish she was in school today so I could give it to her...)
Sahil Suri Nov 2012
Sitting on the edge of the unknown
hand-in-hand staring at the sky
we whisper sweet nothings
and watch the celestial turbulence
for tonight,
even the stars are falling for you
Sahil Suri Aug 2013
Discordant
yet innately harmonious
a cacophony of noise
shrouding my body
the harsh
empowering light
battering from above

the oppressive
heat and humidity
caressing my body as I walk

Barefoot on the open gravel

Shouts are heard
from countless merchants
from the shops and bazaars
the honking of horns
the ringing of bells
from bikes
and motor rickshas

people bustle around
performing a dizzying range of tasks
yet all working
to a common goal
to survive

Yet amidst the chaos
Children run through the streets
weaving between countless giants
to sate their desire for fun
and exercise their fragile innocence

unmarred by the horrors of the world.

India...
A beautiful mess
of livelihood and dreams of success
a true cultural experience for the senses
While it may not seem the most appealing at first
I don't know how else to stress
an amazing experience for all who enter nonetheless
Sahil Suri Jan 2013
Elegant, Gorgeous,
yet deceitful, and burning with hate
she tempts one an all,
to dance before her world's entrance gate

an artist, a poet,
with but one greatest regret
for the art that she hath mastered
was one
that left her audience unable to applaud

— The End —