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 Oct 2018 Villam
Moushumi Sinha
A voice within me talks
Of events real and unreal
I have strange thoughts
Of ideas turning ideal...

A song within me longs
For a perfect soulmate
The God within me talks
Of peace and happy state...

A heart within me speaks
Of matters soft and sad
I feel my glistening eyes
Wetting my writing pad...

A mind within me warns
Of things bold and ugly
Fleeting moments run
A riot in my memory...

A mother in me awakens
The beauty in my living
The bloated body reminds
Mothering a human being....
 Oct 2018 Villam
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Oct 2018 Villam
Birumi Swati
Three months.
Three months of pain
I engulfed all, in vain.
My thoughts recalled your name,
On my diary page,
On my mind, heart, soul
Like a never ending game.

I fought hard,
I fought with all my strength.
Fought against your shadow.
I went to the furthest length
To forget you
To regret you
To deny you
To defy you...
But all in vain,
All I got was pain.

Burdened with guilt
My every breath,
My eyes and the tears beneath,
My silent screams,
My scarlet dreams
Echoing your name,
It was such a shame.
Shame of losing everything
In a routeless chase,
Everytime ending up in haze.

Three months
My eyes burned
In the fire of your memory,
Yet there's nothing I learned.
Three months
My days were numb
My nights were blind,
It's you I ever hoped to find,
But all in vain,
All I got was pain.

Hiding it with wide smiles
I started my journey of miles,
Broken and bent,
Burdened with letters I never sent
And will never send
And will never send.

Crossing the horizon of right and wrong
This is one melancholy song
That will never be sung,
Will never get it's note.
I just have words to 'quote'...
Words of you
Still echoing in my ears
And you never 'gave a ****'
So,
I'll wipe the rest with smiles and tears.
 Oct 2018 Villam
Birumi Swati
I wish my life would be crazy!
Don't wanna spend
Another day being lazy.
Similar routine of daily life,
Never let my craziness thrive.
Sometimes it feels so boring.
Don't wanna spend
Another night snoring.
But what would the excitement be?
What's the new thing, i wanna see?
Wish I could get lost somewhere.
In a jungle or an island,
Yes i could dare.
Could climb on a mountain
Or go under water,
could be a horse rider or a hunter.
I would push the boundaries
To the furthest corner.
and go anywhere without a warner.
I'd love to lose my way
In the Grand Canyon.
Alone there. away from a billion.
I'd love to get thirsty in the Sahara
Or in 'Thar', be a 'banjara'.
would love to pass through
The scary Amazon,
where i'd see neither sunshine
Nor the horizon.
Or
Could go inside the cursed Pyramids,
& explore all of Cleopatra's jewelries.
Wanna jump from a flying chopper,
Or feel hot by some volcano vapour.
Get in a rocket and go to the Moon,
Or go up high in a hot air balloon.
All out of my reach.
Even a far away sea beach.
My desires all set to go down.
All I can do is, have a bike ride,
on the roads of my lovely small town.
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