Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
  May 2018 Bipasha Dutt
Brianna Love
If I could have you back
for just one day,
I’d tell you all the things
I never did say…

I’d tell you I love you
and that I always will,
I’d tell you all my joys
even my little thrills.

I’d tell you my dreams
and sadness’s too,
I’d tell you my dark secrets
that you never knew…

I’d tell you about the love
deep in my heart,
I’d tell you of the day
I was torn apart…

I’d tell you how I miss you
and wish you were here,
I’d tell you everything
I hold so dear…

If I could have you back
for just one day,
I’d find a way
to continue the stay…
Sometimes the feeling of loss and grief can overtake you in a second, leaving tears streaming down your face. Sometimes, just by a smell, like the smell of lilacs floating through the air on a cool spring evening.

Just having a bad “Miss You Dad” day…
July 4th will be five years since he's been gone, it doesn't seem that long.
Bipasha Dutt May 2018
Though the lotus shares a bond
With the muddy and murky pond,

Yet lotus is holy and precious,
As our birth never defines us.

What we make out of ourselves is vital,
Only that aspect is important and crucial.
  May 2018 Bipasha Dutt
My place lies in a warm field filled with lilacs
their aromatic, soft scent filling the air
So beautiful
The sky is gray and dusky
stars edge the horizon like a cold blanket on a hot day
bees buzz about in delight,
sleepy from a long day's work
In the middle of the field I'll lay
wrapped up in a blanket of ice
cold among the warmth that summer brings
eyes staring endlessly at the moving sky above me
and purple fades to gry as the sun dips lower
and gray turns to a deep blue
and blue fades to black, giving way to an ocean of a new kind
an ocean of stars, in a lilac field
  May 2018 Bipasha Dutt
Valsa George
a storm rages outside
sky, overcast with clouds
fearful sounds echo through
the mountain crannies
like that of shrieking bats in flight
trees shiver under wind’s might

everything around
presages an impending doom
the least pressure would suffice
to let all the hellfire loose

sitting in my dim lit room
with all the windows shut
unable to drown the emptiness
afloat in irrepressible buoyancy
I glance over the balance sheet
of my life

all sweet memories gone
shaking their mane
like horses galloping away

bitter memories
only bitter memories remain!
  May 2018 Bipasha Dutt
Wrapped in silk and satin
she has been waiting
She doesn't expect him
not anymore, but habit
She nor grins,nor frowns
standing at the end of her lawn
The day count lost numbers,
lost many days and slumber
Hope faded, love went,
only she stayed
so far
Next page