Smell of the first cup of coffee
Text from a best friend
The voice of my family
And the cool morning rain

The milky chai and biscuits
The steaming hot pakode in the rain
Hot daal chawal with ghee
And curd rice with pickle

The melody of my favorite song
And the moves on the dance floor
Singing while taking a shower
And dancing with random moves

Discovering a new song
And playing it till my ears bleed
Singing the song till I find
Someone crazy about it like me

Travelling with my best-friend
And doing crazy pranks on each other
Meeting a new person
And finding we share the same interests

Finishing up of an artwork
Completing writing a poem
Reading a novel entirely
And binge watching TV series

The sound of the ocean
The feeling of sand beneath my feet
The way the waves touch my feet
And beautiful sand castles

These are some of many things
That makes me smile every day
I had many smiles today
Sharing one with you too!

what if everything you see is a trickery,
picture is flickering,
the world is full of misery.
Why do you celebrate hypocrites?
Why do you listening hypnotists?
Turn off the world and feel yourself,
deal with yourself,
reveal yourself.
yeah you can buy anything except love and clear consciousness,
because the monsters hide there,
not under the bed.

I was born emanating from darkness
No bright a source could illuminate me
She was born radiating light
No dark a corner couldn’t be illuminated by her

As I grew, the darkness became intense
Blacking out the best and worst of things
As she grew, the light became brighter
Illuminating anything and everything she touched

Half the world was now bright
And the other half was, without light
We became unique in our own way
When the greatest challenge was just away

To fill the world with darkness, was mine
To illuminate it, was hers
Grandly, I started a journey towards her
Gracefully, she did, towards me

At the center of the world, we met
For the first time, that I’ll never forget
We were there at the boundary
She illuminating me, and me darkening her

It was only then we realized the truth
The eye opening, horrible truth
I had light in my darkness
And she had darkness in light

Then I understood my goal
And she understood hers
We were not different, but we were one
And our journey had long begun

Light filled my heart and darkness filled in her
We didn’t lose our qualities, but embraced the other
Together, neither of our quality did deplete
Because of us, this world became COMPLETE

Surya

Dear reader, oh dear reader
I have something to say to you
I've been meaning to talk
In some way or the other

I am a lost, confused soul
Sometimes, even dark and hurting
And all those emotions inside me
Pour out into my writings

I cannot stop those emotions
And sometimes they hurt
But I am not hurt as much as
when you are not there for me

For all these days
You have been here for me
In my brightest days
And few of the darkest

You saw my Insanity
And you helped me find Purpose
You gave me Stories
And made me Complete

I cannot form enough words
To thank you for all you've done
I should create new words
Just to tell you how I feel

But, as a humble writer
I thank you cordially
Forever you shall be here
In a special place in my heart

Thank you, for being there when I needed
Thank you, for listening when I vent
Thank you, for supporting me from behind
Without you, I would have never made the leap

Surya

Laying under the starry skies
I often think of him
Neither do I know where he is?
Nor when he would be
He shall live in this world
Long after I leave it
But not entirely gone
It is in his hands now
He might be my savior
Or the one who kills me
He is the last living person
Who shall ever remember me
Before him is a choice
That which affects me, not him
To grant me my death
Or increase my immortality
Will he choose to keep me alive?
How can I be sure of it?
Or will he grant me my death?
How can I be sure of this?
I walked on the sands of time
Hoping to leave a trail
To guide the traveling, weary souls
Of those coming after I’m gone
How does a single footprint
stand against the tide of the ocean
How does a single memory
compare to the rush of memories
Each footprint of mine
As I walked on the sands of time
Started fading behind me
Erasing the trace of me forever
And there lie my footprints
Fading, in the sands of time
Like the trace of my existence
Fading away from the world I called HOME

We say it's work, but hardly
in progress. Nothing changes
except ourselves, filing regrets
that we must watch wait and record.

We write as best we can,
not knowing why our words
come out portraying
misery, mystery and hope.

It is said that poets are born,
not made, but we are made
when someone reads our work.

she feels words like pictures that move
reads books solitaire with the afternoon
coffee on her tongue
she turns the page
sets her cup down
and marks her place

in her mind she tries to find
a single place where thoughts subside
and try she may
to drown her lies
only thing wet
her lonely eyes

© Melissa Carlson 2015

she reads meat
eyes in a meeting
persistent of the trysts of leather
her steady trap-door arose
in her deposition
the latitude of her nubile degrees
Procrastinates his step,
Subtly overdubbing the scrawny pallid ache
In the etch'd skin, her color-by-numbers comes undone.