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Shruti Dadhich Sep 2018
I'm dead,
I have already committed suicide,
No you can see me,
You can feel me,
You can read me,
But you can't find even a single reason to call me alive,
No I haven't got cut on my hand,
& haven't ever tried to hang,
But I have got my heart bleed,
I have got it broken,
I couldn't actually die,
& sorry I'm unable to keep myself alive,
Not my fault,
cause I'm the one
never loved,
never cared,
never caressed,
never being consoled,
never being hold...
So here is a midway,
So here is a dead me,
With a human body,
Healthy & fit
A ***** kit!!!
What if I can't cut my lifeline,
I have already cut my connections with life & now I think it's all fine...
Sorry for this negative poem, but it's just a way to dry my tears away & make my eyes deserted again, & stick that fake so called lovely smile again...
I wish I could donate my life to someone who seriously wanted it!!!
Shruti Dadhich Sep 2018
My intoxicating & love filled eyes whom you did admire,
Are now filled up with revenge's fire...

My sweet cherry lips you loved,
Have now ****** the saltiness of my tears & are now poisoned...

You loved my rosy nails,
Who now have been transformed into the iron's nails,

The ocean of tears in which you left me to drown,
Have flooded me & now my heart is nothing but a deserted town...

Now I ain't the tender teen girl whom you could easily cheat,
Now I'm a lioness of this forest whom badly nobody can treat...

So now dare you not to look at me,
Cause the acid you spread in my life is burning yet in my eyes...
I don't know what will be your reaction to this poem, but I have seen girls shading tears for the people who cheated them in love, & so this one is for them... Girls you need to identify your inner power & take your revenge...
Never think you are weak, cause you are the mightiest!!!
Shruti Dadhich Sep 2018
I won't fear or run away,
       If my death comes to me now,
                      .
                      .
                      .
But I will always regret for my unfulfilled wishes,
My wish of going to a sea beach & spending a whole night talking silently to the moon & the brightest star,
My wish of breaking this jail & run away somewhere far,
My wish of having at least a boyfriend,
My wish of leaving at least one person behind to cry on my end,
My wish of planting plants on my 18th b'day,
My wish of spending a day without tears & full of gay,
No I won't fear or run away,
     If the death comes to me now,
    & no I won't be filled up with the sorrow,
Cause I know Almighty will send me again to fulfill them maybe today or tomorrow!!!
A thought craving in my mind since last sleepless night!!!
Shruti Dadhich Sep 2018
I love this lonely forest way,
Here I don't get any fake hope of gay,
Or anyone to break my trust,
Here isn't anyone to tell me the worst,
But here I'm left alone in the lap of nature,
I love to talk to the young trees full of life,
& those elder ones who are quiet mature,
The pure wind giving me the positivity,
& taking away all my impurity,
The sacred river taking me to the peace,
Here all my anxieties & tensions I do  release,
Here is a blessing of evergreen greenery & happiness,
From here passes the way of liveliness...
It's only because of nature that we are able to survive, else this inhuman humanity would have killed us...
Shruti Dadhich Sep 2018
Every morning me...
Just after having my tea
...is back on my roof,
With my new book,
as an excuse,
But I'm back to my work...
My work -
         Of reading the stories written by the fog on the face of mountain,
        Of catching the momentary scrape on my body by the cool wind which won't come again,
        Of understanding the songs of birds,
     Of understanding the leaf's whispers to the buds,
           Of stealing the colors, & pleasant aroma from flower,
      Of listening the river's love hymns...
Every morning me...
Just after having my tea,
...is back to my work,
My work of collecting all these words of nature & composing new rhymes,
My work of giving these rhymes love's aroma & peace's color,
My work of being a title giver,
My work of being a nature lover!!!
Shruti Dadhich Sep 2018
A new life flourishing in an old,
roof - leaking, Poverty's hut,
Like in that filthy bog, a beautiful lotus is blossoming but,
I wonder will that lotus ever reach to its true place, the Muse's legs,
Or will it get lost like all others in the bog of poverty & lacks?
Will this lotus drown in this bog in this storm of malnutrition,
Or will it ever be able to get its basic right
- the right of education?
  I don't know, & neither do you all,
Cause this hut is surrounded by the suffocating smoke,
- which is tearing of the new life of this young child born in dark,
Oh wake up & save him, before the door of his life get shut!!!
Shruti Dadhich Sep 2018
Looking at a sharp knife in my hand,
& me going out in midnight,
She thought I was fed up & was standing near my end,
At last frightened she asked me,
       "Do you want to die?",
I told her,
       " No, just seeking for an another
          reason to survive..."
If you don't find any reason to survive, just once think of dying, trust me you will start loving your life!!!
                 Trust me, it works!!!
                   I'm experienced!!!
                               :-)
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