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735 · Nov 2017
Momma's poetry
Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
Momma!
I am your poem.

From that mountain hole
Too many pains left
And from the island of the vexation
A little pleasure on the journey twinkle They made  a missiles
I was fabricated just below your heart
And I am the part of it

Just by planting a tree farm
Trouble dirts your hands
I was penned from composition of roughness
And I am the stanzza of it

Thunder thrown out of your eyes
They are more expensive than pearls
Drinking  nano water
I was  masterminded
And I am the Masterpiece of it

The debt too scared by itself
Searching for fertilizer tissue
Selling the blood of your own
I was painted from the words of penalty
And I am the same book of it

Momma ! I'm not a poetess
I am your poetry ....
I am the product of plenty of sufferings ,and vexation that momma suffers
I am her words falling and rolling in the real life   ,pattern of her language
And I am her whole book
611 · May 2018
Migraine
Smriti Ranabhat May 2018
Migraine

Throbbing noises , neon lights
Please ! Go away
Smell of caffeine ,
It's being unendurable
Oh ! Aura stabbed me
Torment troubles somewhere around
I want the drug acetaminophen
Don't drill my cerebrum
Head is walking with nightmares
Monsters are advocate there
I need relief
Agony is so inconsiderate
Fire is in brain and flood in the eyes
ibuprofen ? Didn't work !
Headache is still over eye
Though attack is fixed for skull ,
I'm taking high dose aspirin
Now , I'm gonna sleep with migraine
And wake up with migraine .

©Smriti Ranabhat
How painfully a pain feels
583 · Jan 2018
She : A Dead poet
Smriti Ranabhat Jan 2018
Her life is pen
It proceeds swiftly without pause option
once marked , ever permanent
No one can erase

Time flirted , she is no more ordinary  girl
Now she dreams poetry in colour
Grasps world in the words
Secrets maunder in heart
Inky thoughts void through fingers
She picked up heart , throw in the sheet
Everything whisper ****** darkness
She fetched happiness in loneliness
Cause she met death before

Gardening a grave with passion
Her search rattles like a pill in bottle
Her wrist drowns in blood of killed poems
Her heart beats just for her darkest desire
A name - " A dead poet "
Her heart just beats for her darkest desire
534 · Nov 2017
A girl
Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
Yes ! I am a girl
And I have a monthly guest
It comes without any messages ,without phone calls
Just with the flow of pain
Always endures me
I get lots of gifts
ache in bloatted belly
breaking back
Death hanging in the waist
pimples blush at the cheeks
Yeah ! I have periods
Red petals stain
in my beautiful white dress
like a bouquet of roses
These cease pains garden my womb
To be a  perfect clock
without tick tock and bell
But runs for  nine month
Just to change
****** ***** into a baby...
Being a girl is a bless with a free gift called pain .
518 · Jul 2017
Scientific love
Smriti Ranabhat Jul 2017
We are matched so perfectly
Two minds but a single thought
Our chemistry is stronger than dipole forces
Simply looks like a love of gravity is brought

Like the blood in the veins and arteries
An eruption of emotions rapidly flows
I have covalent bond with you
When I see you , every time a hurricane blows

Our hearts are so crazy like electron
Close enough as nucleons are held tight
Our relation is too positive as proton
Even the feelings travel faster than light

You are my adenine and I'm your thymine
We are so nicely and perfectly paired
Like the sharing of genes in cell division
Every ups and downs are mutually shared

When you try to create any triple bond
I will make the rain of bomb so fast
Remember that if a wrong electrical charge enters
It can lead the whole circuit to be blast
504 · Oct 2017
Beauty
Smriti Ranabhat Oct 2017
To feel beauty ,
Forget green earth
Get release from the world silently
Cremate life
Then sprinkle those ashes
Death is beauty , whoever left , forgets the green earth
496 · Nov 2017
Starvation
Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
On a cold night
He drowses a side of road
Heartly praying to God with silence
Next day , with gastric band in stomach
Endless umpteen tears in eyes
Rambles all around
Making melancholy melody
He eats and breaths poverty
And overdose leads to the ***** of death...
Where is the god ?
476 · Oct 2017
Moon
Smriti Ranabhat Oct 2017
Dear moon ,
If the sky itself could collapse
And you could fall
I would hold you on my palms
Cause only your daises and twilights define me
The fade knows my darkest secrets
The reflection kisses my wildest dreams
The scintillate stares at my deepest desires
Just look like plaster of Paris
So ***** with footprints
ugly with no color
But still I like you the most
And still love your dark side
Moon is similar to me cause I also have a dark side
414 · Oct 2017
Death
Smriti Ranabhat Oct 2017
Smell the perfume somewhere
waiting the heart beat
For the arm wrapping gently
The odour is inviting life
for the roseate kisses of death ....

Dear death ,
Please , Don't flirt with life
cause I want affair with you
Love for death
401 · Nov 2017
You
Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
You
Be blazing cloudless sky , I will be the sea
When U shine bright , It will reflect on me
When I look at the mirror , I see you
364 · Nov 2017
God
Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
God
Once I had a faith ,
Now I believe in atheism ....
Where is the god ?
337 · Nov 2017
Where ?
Smriti Ranabhat Nov 2017
I exit outside
I m everywhere
But alive only in your heart
285 · Jan 2018
Words
Smriti Ranabhat Jan 2018
What you depict ?
Assuredly , the reflection of life
Do you need paintbrush ?
I survive on words
How you worth wisdom ?
Emotions are my vitamins
Why you write ?
Cause words live longer than person
Words live longer than person
244 · Sep 2017
Thrown life
Smriti Ranabhat Sep 2017
Days passed doing nothing
Just with the suffocation of tears
Nights passed doing nothing
Just with the flow of salty water
Loneliness was grown
Along the saddened thoughts ,
Fearful drops of vicious water
Came closer and closer
Yeah ! They played the game
The game of life and death
I won , I got the life
But totally gone in vain
Soul was burning and burning
With the most violent flame of pain
Again the death whishperd
The silent song
" Glommy Sunday "
It was attacked in the sentiment
Then asked to me
If I would be a suicide murderer
Yep ! I agreed
I became a ****** murderer
I murdered my past
I murdered the loneliness
I murdered the broken history
Just loved being a murderer
I painted the life walls
All with the blood of useless fellows
Wow! I took the taste
From then I moved on
In the eternal love life
Where I could divine the landscape
Search for the heart
Dive in the world of imagination
Shape a living arguement
Now , life gets  coloured
that once used to be
Black and white
227 · Sep 2017
Life
Smriti Ranabhat Sep 2017
Life is a risky game
Dare to play with it

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