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Insanity might be making plans,
But I hear the winds utterance,
To reminisce only shows you're human,
Tear drops might not be pain,
But a memory finding its way,
You left my heart homeless,
Thought love provides shelter,
That first kiss was careless,
But at the time it was all that matters,
Does she notice your mood swings,
Does she know your flare for a neck kiss,
The spot that tickles most,
How you go quiet when at your worst,
How calm can she be when the anger drifts in,
The right words your ear craves for,
But if all this was important,
Why am I left with just a pillow to cuddle,
And a salty tear drop that paints my lips,
All I hear is he's no good,
We told you,
Maybe insanity is closer,
Because the voices are getting louder,
An exit from life would be an exit from pain,
So I stupidly overdose,
Waiting on my soul to evaporate,
From the shackles of love.
Tanay Oct 2018
When they met,
They were both young and stupid.
Under the tree of love, they sat
Kissed by the arrows of cupid.
He saw a fire in her,
It burned bright.
He was in awe of her
She was like a light.
A light he had sought for
But, couldn't find.
In his core
He was in darkness, he was blind.
Until she came along
And turned him into a different man.
She was like a beautiful song
Her name was Ann.









Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018.
All Rights Reserved.
It has been a while since I decided to pick up the pen and write something. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: All characters or people (if any) mentioned here are subject to my imagination. I am yet to meet someone to whom I could dedicate a poem like this. Hence, I made up an imaginary person and wrote a poem for her.
Aa Harvey Sep 2018
1+2 does not mean free.


Why must beauty already be gone?
Why must love be a sad, sad song?
Why do I keep on falling for the wrong one?
Why did I not meet you, before you tried that ring on?


Love is stupendous!  And stupidly stupid.
Thanks a lot Cupid, look who you stuck me with.
Did you miss-fire or was this all planned?
Stupid Cupid, stupid arrow,
Stuck through the one who already has a man.


Narrow boats float side by side,
Along the river and into the blue.
Pictures painted from the bank only ever show two,
But under the clock more are seen,
And the one that was one, hopefully to become two,
Was eventually seen to be only a possibility of three.


Water shore, climb out of bed,
Forget the thoughts of dread that leave me dead.
Inside no heartbeat; beating myself up.
Another drug gone; lost to love.


A rainbow shone from inside those eyes,
And those lips they spoke of heat;
But worthless was the truth, which stood in front of the lies,
Because they have already met someone to love
And I have no interest in becoming a three.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Praggya Joshi Sep 2018
Cupid's arrow
Pitilessly pierced
my heart
And down I fell
Into the abysmal depths
Of love
Isabella Aug 2018
You must stop paining me like this.

Do not you know how it feels to be caught in the midst
Of a passion that will not subside?

I know that, to you, I look well and alive,
But can not you see there is no light in my eyes?
Can not you hear the sadness spilling from my voice,
As though there is a river threaded through my throat?

Either talk to me when you're wide-awake,
Or don’t talk to me at all;
For every word you speak brings blood from the wounds
That you so unconsciously invoked.

I know now why love is sent by Cupid’s golden arrow;
It’s because we are struck not once, twice, or thrice, but a million times,

And each arrow sinks deeper into our bodies than before.
OpenWorldView Aug 2018
Cupid's arrow ripped
a  wound that left me bleeding,
till death showed his face.
Pauper of Prose Jul 2018
Such a light and stealthy feeling
It enters you by peeling
Through layers of your hardened skin
Then pushes past all beliefs you hold within
Before finally arriving at the porcelain cage
Which all free flowing blood call center stage
And having journeyed it settles down to rest
Yet when that person comes back around, it awakes feeling fresh
And slowly crushes everything inside your chest
veritas Jul 2018
oh sweet moon-milk of mine
soft crescent (swift faded
honey-pink curling  now
lie down.
oh blushing beautiful lovely
boy-doll waning cheeks
feed up, love.
caressed smooth marble skin
slow down
luna lit cherubic boy of mine
perfect cupid arrow
shot.
i literally wrote this for jimin so uh yeah...
Pauper of Prose Jul 2018
Eros walked into the chamber, garnering all eyes
Lust and Limerence walked by her side
They stopped before a panel where Venus did preside
And Cupid next to Venus, gripped his arrows like a prize
And the Muses made up the rest
And all muscles in the chamber braced for unrest
Glances and gazes did continuously dart
As all sported lockets of fire by their hearts
Venus declared mankind must suffer in pain
For all efforts to show the world love have been in vain
And to continue gifting love would be insanity, a chore
Cause they’d take their piece of it and still declare war,
On themselves and on one another
Slaughtering their self-esteems, siblings, fathers, mothers
Yet Eros objected, keeping her eyes peeled
Declaring love has always been a battlefield
And Cupid fired an arrow at Ero’s way
And Lust led the limp arrow astray
Then those enlightened ones lit fuses that day
And the shrapnel from that fight still makes it way
Through hearts of men and women with feelings at play
When feelings fight nothing makes sense...and collateral damage collects like cents
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