RT Naintial

RT Naintial Sep 18

I'll grow on you,
like moss on trees,
like stillness in breeze,
like stars at ease.
Little by little i'll unfold it all
Like a story waiting to appease.
And i won't let you go now,
no.
We've come so far with our little footsteps,
Those footsteps ink your book.
I'll watch you glow,
Go with the flow,
Get all low,
and watch you blow all over again
Yet
Those footsteps ink dries out but not this love with you.

I always wanted to write a love poem. A poem where you can imagine with a person you love. Be it a family member, a friend, a lover, a stranger you met in airport yet can't forget so you dream a little universe with them and you in it. I hope you will be able to imagine this with anyone you love.

#poems #foryou #love #truelove #poetry #grow

RT Naintial Sep 18

Just a memory

I point to the pictures in screens,
question the appeal,
who will attend my funeral i scream,
they won't notice the sirens going off or the waves crashing through,
they won't notice the flesh dropping off or the burned bones,
So will they notice me being buried?
I question despite knowing the answer.
Will they replay the memories spent?
I question despite knowing answer
a desperation of a scenario where they prove me wrong hinges in me.
Maybe they never saw me as a friend, i sigh sitting under a willow,
Maybe they never saw me as a human, i drown in ocean.
I was just an experience..
or just a memory of sorts..
Just a corpse who'll no one will cry for.

#poems #foryou #death #desperation #funeral #crashing #out

RT Naintial Sep 17

Eternal Melancholy

i linger in melancholy,
The only essence of my poetry,
I ought it to be eternity,
not such as joy.
Joy is a fleeting emotion,
A feeling i suppose
   I count on fingers,
Times when i felt glitter in my eyes,     Yet i take up months to count my
abused tears.
Throat gone hoarse from screaming,
Knees gone black from praying,
Blood dripping.
  There's more to misery in my life than to magic.
for so and so i do prefer this state.
As no one can use me as bait.

#poems #foryou #melancholy #sad

RT Naintial Sep 17

Rising rose

My beauty was appreciated frequently just how rose got admired,
adorded from afar.
Brilliant,
dazzling,
out of the world.
These words weren't new to me.
It flattered my little heart.
Though it sets me apart to conflict. How could i,
an excellent rose who gets picked on for services,
reside so little in people.
The smell so magnificent
it lingered, lingered through the nerves
yet
now it's faint,
black and gone.
It is gone.
I am ******* to where i belong.
To where i should start again.

This poem was inspired when i was thinking about roses and popularity of roses. They are only adored by their beauty and once it expires it gets thrown out. So, i was having an inner monologue about how beauty is so important then i got this poem.

#poems #foryou #roses #beauty #admiration

RT Naintial Sep 17

Faded first memory

A screen.
An act of bore
where routine dialogues are said for mere regret over discourse.
A set of characters dressed in their unusual appearances
and mock full costumes.
It's the same all over again.
It repeats,
repeats,
repeats until she repents.
I could only sit here and trace fingers over the glazed screen.
I've tapped,
slapped and
omitted all of joy i've got to get through it yet all in vain.
Her sound of laughter,
mixed with joy and excitement
she's feeling lingers still.
a hope for me to grieve.
The boy who she loved,
looked the same as he was 11 years ago.
For him,
memories came over rushing as the ocean rushes to gallop on shore but for her it was desertion of self.
She no longer remembers me,
the memory of her first love.
I wandered through her trenches,
found her secret yet
still i could not figure how she forgot the boy she called “mine”.
Particle by particle.
I began fading out.
He is reaching for her.
He is holding her hand.
I gasp if i could filled with life
but i turn to rust
and resign from life
as she slaps and shouts at him for the first time.

This poem was an experiment of mine. I always wanted to write a poem from a perspective of a non-human. I wanted it to be vague as possible so i can accurately project what a memory of first live looks like.

#poems #foryou #firstlove #love #childhood #fading #memories

RT Naintial Sep 16

Undressed

Undress me with light of your eyes,
for i long to be engulfed in.
by mere glances i feel purified,
as raven in sun- lit forest.
those stares tore down the sins,
i wonder about pure bliss.
these clothes flow upon my body,
They stick and make me sick but oh,
Oh, how i long to be undressed.
Both by the body and soul.
So, undress me with light of your eyes my love.
As i no longer can befall.

Another poem about my crush that formed a year ago and still is not leaving.

#poems #foryou #beauty #wish #longing #soulful #soulmates

RT Naintial Sep 15

Be mine

Your eyes hang low in moonlight,
Low enough for it to glow,
Emotions in a row,
It flows as a river,
Slow and slow.
When our eyes meet,
I picture this scrennery,
Trees dressed with humility,
Pink flowers with purple dressing,
Its your soul here we are addressing.
Such an adventure i see in your eyes,
So how can i not realise,
that this mystery is mine.

This is a poem i wrote for a boy i saw on vacation one year ago who also happened to be my childhood best friend🙂

#poems #foryou #love #romance #beauty #mystery #wonder #awestruck