RT Naintial

RT Naintial Sep 14

oh,
how the tragedy speaks for itself with me in its arms.
It speaks about vile i let in and followed through life.
It gushes on given blood to a vampire It applauds me,
For venturing in woods,
Fighting with wolves,
shedding skin off for a family of cruels,
It repeats my sins over my dead body to make sure i remain buried.
I've lived in pages others skim through,
Pages where ink is bruised too,
all along i've been in a story that must be abolished through and through.
I could've been a sonnet of love,
memerising everyone to above,
yearning, longing for the ones i love
i gave myself to the above.
The times passed between my fingers,
As steadily sand passes through,
all alone i whisper
Will the life regret me too?

#death #peoplepleasing #crying #desperation #longing #life

RT Naintial Sep 14

Crying

i cry,
i cry,
i cry for a life time over the million times i died when i used to try.
I mourn,
I mourn,
i mourn for the innocence that hovered and the promises they sworn.
I lift myself up
and
ask why?
Why would there be an answer except lies.
They don't realize the harm done
and how my soul got undone.
This all was mundane
yet you had fun.
will the nitpicking of my flesh ever stop?
will the conquest for my blood ever stop?
Another few questions to ask
yet no answers to give
none ever will

#crying #pain #mourning #poems

RT Naintial Sep 14

My words

my words aren't stable.
They shake upon the nibble of pen before i let loose madness.
They don't frolick around in dresses of blue
over meadows and dews
but they battle and ambush
over my days filled with hues
so i use them as crutch over
my battles with my crew
Only a few know my brave soliders
Only few remeber their name too
I call it - poetry, paragraph, essay
A wording, a doc, a memoir
yet they all bleed words the same
leaving them all insane
yet here i give them space to breathe
they probably see it as debris

Ok so this poem was born due to me saying and dramatizing that i write so much pain. So much so that even the words cry to make me stop. It seemed funny before but now its awkward

#poems #foryou #words #importance

RT Naintial Sep 13

Death arrives. Unnoticed and early.

and when my soul whispered,
it whispered your name.
Your name in such a low voice that my body whimpered.
Whimpered for the solace it has been starving for.
Alas the solace came in rust
just for me to bite
and gulp it down on my throat
so how were i supposed to remain sane
when every rose i picked pricked my promising hand
and when every well i wished in washed me out of land.
I am a dread of desires lying around on ground.
Shaken,
trembled
i lay on the ground.
This has no meaning expect you
and you are the one in the scening above me.
How cruel and devastating that
one thing
one thing
that adored me got adored by the heaven way too quickly.

This is a piece i wrote for a love i never had and that love is not really gone but it feels like that.

#death #grieving #solace #insane #devastation

RT Naintial Sep 13

My plea

Dear,
Man of my day dream.
Please do not become man of my nightmare
as my love is not strong enough to go to a place where i had to claw my way out.
So forgive me my man.
The one i shared my fictional life with. If the signs and patterns show up i will leave through the door with the heaviest steps i've ever taken
sure my love for you will reside in my heart but i won't be there residing in a house with you.

This is a kind of prayer i plead sometimes.

#love #hope #romance #plea #pleading

RT Naintial Sep 13

A flea

oh friend, my friend.
Where hath thou gone?
These sleepless nights hath frown me so.
To a point i am at death's bow.
How come you aren't though.
We bleed, we breathe together
so how come you aren't here.
Though i must say with all the haste that the times we made were are just a memory of thee as now you can't seem to be.
I search and search for a way but all i find is dismay.
In these melodic nights i call for thee yet all i find are fleas.
Moments of anger turned into fleas and somehow they are the only remembrance of you.
And somehow that is enough for me. Of flea, oh flea.
Where art thou?
Lack of you is shaming me apart
so tell me apart from all these lies
and tell me where you fly
as when all is said and all is done
you are still my friend though you,
a flea to me.
A flea i would rather carry than flee.

Now this poem is about missing a friend who has done you wrong but still you linger in those memories.

#nostalgia #grieving #friendship #loss #relationships

RT Naintial Sep 13

Little merry

Go away,
find another place to stay.
Little merry has burned all cherries that gave life to may,
Go away,
find another place to sway,
little merry is tired of carrying all that's left to say.
Go away, go away.
Find another to lay.
Little merry is now all wary of your scurries.
Go away,
Go away find another place to play, little merry hates your jury,
no place to bury.
Go away,
Go away, find another place to crave, little merry has been dead since eight and all that's left is bury her in grave. Go away. Go away.

I once watched a video about how popular rhymes have a deep dark meaning. I adored those rhymes due to their catchy rhymes and thought i would do something like that too. Let me know what you think

#rhyme #goodbye #letting #go #trauma