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 Feb 2015 Talula
K Balachandran
Lean on my chest, gentle one, let's sit holding hands,
mountain breeze whispers Shanti mantras, let's repeat it,
may tranquil be our souls, we aren't weary yet, but the ardor
of the climb ends here; from this vintage point we are,
distant heaven and beloved earth, look deceptively equidistant,
rest your eyes on mine, let me see eternity flashing it's light.

Don't even say a word, what your heart beat says is to my heart,
the view from this peak is what we dreamt always,remember?
an incredible leap of the souls, now we feel, is the reward of  the trek
we are equanimous, yet the  tears in your doe eyes, I can't bear,
we are mortals, pain is a mongrel, our faithful companion to the end.

Let's sit here, till the gold dust, the passing sun extravagantly sprinkles,
that tells stories of galaxies dying down and new ones taking birth-
finally settles, and the anesthetic of darkness gently descends.

Look! the hidden envious eyes of the night, from afar peep at us,
on the journey back, we'll fly beyond limits and vanquish the big dark.
 Feb 2015 Talula
nivek
life's work
 Feb 2015 Talula
nivek
mistakes are my speciality
so never despair
I  have made them my life's work
 Feb 2015 Talula
Seán Mac Falls
In the dark room
Sparks fire—
Whispers of the sun
And silence blankets the sky,
I was born amongst the ruins
Of gentleness and wounded love,
By the dug kurgans of the Amazon,
The brands of rains ever burning
And foils of hope, fated, turning,
An outer beast eyes and howls,
The merciless stars ever sweep
And cowl in coldest sparkle flame,
Merest minded words, fainted, stab,
Drop in the down volumes of space
Evaporating under the brooding
Mortal emptiness.
 Feb 2015 Talula
nivek
heart stopping times
every creak in floorboard
and stairs
the closing of a door
Why do I feel like you are slowly letting go of what we have?
Why do I feel like you're giving up us on us?
Why do I feel so ignored by you?
Why do I feel like I have to compete with her?
why do I feel like you are loosing the strong feelings you once had?
Why do I feel like our connection is failing?
Why do I feel like you're done with me?
Why do I feel like this?
Why do I feel so insecure?
Why do I feel so alone?
Why do I feel so empty with out you?
If only he knew how much I wanted---
To be beside him.
To look intently in his eyes,
until all the words left unspoken inside my heart metamorphose into million tears.
So that he'll know how much I wanted---
To be
The girl he wishes to care for
The lady he prays to marry someday
And the woman he will love to cherish, to dream with,
to hold and to adore
someone he'll want to grow old with
Until all the breath we have in us is gone.
So that he'll know how much I wanted---
To be.
But I know this is only me,
who longs for him
to love me.
 Feb 2015 Talula
Frank Key
I can
 Feb 2015 Talula
Frank Key
I can write the tired away.
I can out write the anxiety.
I can put down the words faster than my
head can put together, crazy, non-sensical,
yet nonetheless horrifically painful
possible scenarios.
I can beat it.
And be happy.
In the throws of my madness
AC's right
Insanity is painful
But it hurts to fight it.
But you can write it back.
I can put down all the horribleness
So it can't grow and **** me.

Save me.
 Feb 2015 Talula
Frank Key
After she tells me
She can't do this long distance thing again.
I'm too worried, angry, sad.
My heart's getting poked apart by an icepick.
I'm picking up my uniform to start
as a waiter tomorrow.
I didn't finish that letter to Paul.
I know what his reply will be.
Get on a plane. Get out of there.
Pack your ****. We will not lose you.
Get out of there. Get out.
But I can't send it.
So I'm lying there
kicked aside,
the pillow I was pretending was her.
And I just start thinking about
What paradise is.
I'm anxious all the seconds
I'm not something worse.
But I know there's somewhere
Where it'll stop.
It'll feel right. Like this is the
Way ahead.
I wrote all that pacing around the kitchen at 2am. I laid back into bed after getting it all out. I sent that overly alarming email. And in the silence after the fray, I learned I was strong.
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