"sanya" poems
She painted her lips thick red.
Tasted like wine with the scent of cigarettes.
Worn out stockings and red high heels.
A sassy top, not a cover-too revealing.
Long lashes and curled ebony hair.
If she eyes you she'll give a glare.
Sanya will dance tonight.
In the tables of men where money rests.
After hours she'll force a smile.
Heading home where her siblings lie.
She'll give them food she'll kiss their forehead.
And like she does everynight.
Sanya will sing them a lullaby.
Mar 25, 2021
Mar 25, 2021 at 2:37 PM UTC
POETRY OF A JOKER
I whisper the Strom in my soul ,
That Stygian mask with freaky smile was mine.
I propose the wildness every night.
Every night I flaunt with my pumping heart dipped in darkness.
My chaotic heart , its in the cage of love .
THE LOVE OF WILD BLOOD
I dance with the dusky rose ,
I play with my inky & curly hair .
I roll , I jump , I fly , I giggle ,I hop , I do stylish walks, I run , I run , I run and I blot ......
Now......
LET ME LOUGH VIGOROUSLY AND LET THE SILENCE TASTE MY WILDNESS
Sanya
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
CATCH OF ONE DRIP
My Sovereignty was lost , I am not what I was , I just remember that I was a rust .
My heart was felling the pain in that charismatic world , my soul is hiding somewhere
............still that smell of the power is catching me . Again and again it is whispering that I am addicted to nature trance .
My body was scattered and I too! . Still its there covered with dust , sand and feelings . Its there but getting lost to that core in days and days. I am eager to catch each drip of my self .
That way of stardust throws a drip to my heart . Its the cage to catch my heart but my heart catches that drip and gets caught in it but still my heart is beating violently ,it is beating vigorously , it is beating dynamically and it is beating ........it is beating
It is nothing but an addiction of nature trance
Sanya
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 1:54 PM UTC
Lumbering towards the vintage land
,the land with rime,
the rhymes are lurching again ,
Let me lumber, let me taste the rime, and let me begin the steer towatdsTHE MIST, MIST and MYST
Sanya singh
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 3:50 PM UTC