Cursed with witnessing everything
Seldom love frequently disappointment
Listens to the unsaid mystery
and guide people to the world of poetry
Bears the misery of the worst of time
Sometimes drip droplet of water for healing a deep wound
It creates the world like it feels
And derive happiness through indulging itself in the dreams
It learns to cope up with face full of lie
And still people don't believe the world seen by eye.
They speak the language only few of us can hear
People either her in love or with the heartbreak.
It pays for the mistake of heart and brain.
And often drives people crazy or insane.
The demons of the person stays in them
And linger in the darkness and conceal itself
It sees everything since we came and takes the complete rest in the end.

a foolish generation has forgotten my ways
the Devil says be like God
go your own way and do what you want
but he doesn't tell you you'll do it in darkness
a darkness where you won't know if good is evil or evil is good if lies are truth or truth is lies Then he will feed you lies and you won't even know
Jesus says look I am the light I am the way to go
don't rely on your own understanding but in everything rely on the Lord I am the word
humble yourself before the Lord and  in due course I will lift you up
It is righteousness or right standing before God that exalts a nation but sin is a reproach to any people
If all you want to do is bully and enslave God will not honor that
he says righteousness exalts a nation but sin is a reproach to any people
He says the thief that's the Devil comes to **** steal and destroy
If you follow him if you seek to be like God  and go your own way you will do the Devil's bidding to others  of killing stealing and destroying and it will happen to you too
In darkness the Devil will feed you lies and you won't even know
Look at the British Empire
Yes they had military might
Yes they had industrial strength
Yes they thought they were above everyone else
But one thing the British tried to do was evangelize the world
So God honored them and gave them a great empire
When they gave up on evangelizing  God took their empire away
Centuries ago people were cruel even til now
But God's got a schedule
Increasingly he is saying listen to my son listen to Jesus or else

The glass wall between us,

Write upon it.

Teach me your wants and wishes.

I'll do the same.

As we fill the pane,

Your smile will become obstructed.

The stories will become muddled.

And when we run out of space to write,

We will wait for the barrier to shatter.

Even if the wall never falls,

I will find comfort in the darkness we

Created.

Ponder me, I'm the best poetic expression
In yonder world, my father had wrote.
Awful me, I'm the depth of calmness
In buoyant sky, the eye of storm shows.
Fearful me, I'm the lord of darkness
In dreadful night, residing beneath the light.
Cheerful me, I'm the light of lightness
In playful way, children adore to hug.
Joyful me, I'm the pleasure of a new born
In delightful might, when motherly angel nears.
Wishful me, I'm the wise of the wisest
In brightful day, like sun showering his grace.
Colourful me, I'm the blush of the rose
In beautiful hands, picked and worn in romance.
Tearful me, I'm the cry of the heaven
In cloudy day, drowning the earth of hope.
Blissful me, I'm the minute of the minutest
My faithful Lord, allowed to wander in this world.
Humble me, falling into the pit of ignorance
Boasting myself, for impressions in distant hearts.

bring the light into darkness
how else can it
be dispelled

Honestly, I weep.
Each tear fallen for the mistake
That cursed choice

I cannot sleep
Each blink flashed for the tear
That marred memory

On repeat these beats play
Marching my heart back in place
Teaching me the truth again

I have held fast
Each blast bested for the future
That putrid place

I watched aghast
Each scar payed for the crime
That ****** debt

The worst repeats today
Matching the starts lack of space
Reaching out in utter silence

No amount of words
No surpassing age
Will sunder this sadness

No amount of hope
No consuming fear
Will drive out this pain

Without… Ive been pretty

If night would've been a girl,
I would've married her.
Night is beautiful,
don't look at her darkness, inside her,
it's her beauty that only those can see
who have sat with her.

I can see how pretty she gets
the darker she gets,
I have touched her
and she touched me too,
I have listened her
and she listened me too.

She made me hers
and I made her mine.
She made me feel I'm not alone
as she let me accompany her.
I love the way she stares at me
like I'm only hers.

- shivamrealmyself