"shivamrealmyself" poems
If night would've been a girl,
I would've married her.
Night is beautiful,
don't look at her darkness, inside her,
it's her beauty that only those can see
who have sat with her.
I can see how pretty she gets
the darker she gets,
I have touched her
and she touched me too,
I have listened her
and she listened me too.
She made me hers
and I made her mine.
She made me feel I'm not alone
as she let me accompany her.
I love the way she stares at me
like I'm only hers.
- shivamrealmyself
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 8:35 PM UTC
I'm getting back my rhythm,
that flow that I missed,
kissed the wrong list,
I got so ******
Punctured my own wheels,
walked up to the hills on heels,
got so tired, readily busted,
Nothing so far tested.
Preoccupied with disastrous hallucination,
I lost my sheer imagination.
took so many turns,
unguided blindly got hit by the red district.
So sorry, I missed my hit list.
Strange, where I got to sit next to the stranger,
followed the footsteps of my demons wicked derringer.
Oh my god, I've lost my mind, it's better to sleep,
Look who is talking, the loser who got easily broke and now he weeps.
Now I'm sleeping, not writing, although I've got the rhythm and would try to write
better next time.
- shivamrealmyself
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC