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Soumya Inavilli Jan 2015
Every day, every night,
I wonder if I'm any right.
Every time I think about you,
the world around me seems to be new.
I've been breathing all these years,
not knowing your sweet fragrance in the air.
Your presence is the only thing
that brightens up my day.
And now here I lay,
with a fear of losing you,
when you are not even mine.

I could have told you the things
I've always wanted to tell.
Not that I'm scared to speak, it's just
your answer that doesn't let me sleep.
Because I have a fear of losing you,
when I know that you're not even mine.
Soumya Inavilli Jan 2015
I care because I haven't forgotten your love for me.
Soumya Inavilli Dec 2014
Funny isn't it, when you like something but you can’t accept it.
Accept the fact that you really, really like it.
Is it possible at all, to like something, rather someone and hide it
deep down in your heart so that no one can see what’s going on?
Is it possible to pretend like nothing has ever happened?
To be all normal with that storm inside your head?
Can’t let it go now, can you? Neither can you hold on to it tight.
The others say that it’s not good for you, but what do they know,
I've already made some space in my heart for that special thing,
or should I say for that special one. I still am not sure.
You see that, I’m trying to put up an act that will make you think,
I’m perfectly alright; ask me if I’m okay, and I’d simply say,
“Never been better!”, pretend as if nothing has ever happened.
And how would you know if I've never told you anything,
ask me why and I’d tell you the truth that I’m scared.
Scared whether that little part of my heart would crash into pieces
and will never be able to heal from all that pain.
So, the only way that seems the best for me and for everyone around me
is, to hide all those feelings and smile like a good girl,
as for that storm, I’m sure it will subside, sooner or later.
Dearest special one, you are better off in one tiny cozy
place in my heart, be safe, don’t meddle with anything.
Love,
Someone who’s pretending that they don’t like you.
Soumya Inavilli Dec 2014
The way my heart beats when you’re around me,
what do I call it?
The smile that comes up when I take your name,
what name should I give it?
The rush I feel when I think of you,
what is that?
And the pain that I felt when you looked into my eyes for the last time,
what does it mean anyway?
Soumya Inavilli Dec 2014
Let me rest my head on your strong shoulders.
Let me fall asleep in your arms.
Let me get lost in your blue eyes.
Let me hug to listen to the way your heart beats.
Let me slowly kiss your tender lips.
Let me come home to you, everyday, for the rest of our lives.
Soumya Inavilli Dec 2014
His eyes were searching for her’s,
his words waited for her to speak,
his smile blossomed to being on seeing her smile,
his thoughts were always with her,
his breath too changed when she was around,
his skin longed for her touch and her warmth,
his dreams were filled with everything about her,
his love for her was simple, yet strong,
his life depended on her happiness, he said,
his happiness is her life she said.
Soumya Inavilli Dec 2014
Shakespeare said, "expectation is the root to all heartache."
She said she didn't want much from him, but waited for him to talk.
She said she loved talking to him, but thought he would love her.
She said she doesn't care for him, but silently prayed for him.
She said she finds him weird, but knows he is different from the rest.
She said she can’t be with him, but wished he would never leave.
She said she wasn't expecting anything, but realized that he hurt her.
Shakespeare was smiling from somewhere, I can see him.
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