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the problem with falling in love with the girl
is that all you want is to be with her every second
but the universe has other plans for you
so those sweet midnight texts have to be enough sometimes

the problem with falling in love with the girl
is that loving her is exhilarating but terrifying
your whole life, heart, soul belongs to her
and forever won’t be long enough

the problem with falling in love with the girl
is that her smile is your favorite thing in the world
she doesn’t see the beauty that you do
but her face is the only one you ever want to see

the problem with falling in love with the girl
is that she consumes you
there is no measure of time that will be enough with her
your heart aches whenever you are apart

the problem with falling in love with the girl
is that she is your first and last thought of every day
she is always there by your side when you imagine your future
and your wedding day can’t come soon enough.
 Oct 2016 Mihir Kulkarni
echo
You'll add a poem-sonnet-haiku
But my darling it's just-like-you
To ignore all the rules
To dance in the jewels
And take syllables by surprise.
There is nothing
more beautiful
than the crisp kisses
of autumn breezes
slowly making their way
past your curtains
to cover your sun-kissed
body with
a taste of
what's to come
kissing your skin
with slight chilly sensations
leaving goosebumps
behind ....
what triggers this pain?
Is it the look that you gave me,
or the words from your mouth,
Is it the meaning behind it,
or what I understand?

It has been years
of hiding behind the doors
seeking the truth.
beneath your burst of anger
and your insidious laughter
Do you really meant those phrases?

Stuck inside my mind
playing automatically in silent nights
Is it really just me
that remember
the moments of intense yelling
and fearful gestures?

Do you ever consider
how much it affects
my lonely breaking heart?
Written when I was 17.  Not the best of my work.
I watch you cower
on your bed
with your hands
clutching the mattress
And I could see
the droplets
start pouring out

it's raining so badly
in your heart
isn't it?

The people are crying
of joy
and they celebrate
but you
you're dying
in your own room
screaming in the silence
of your thoughts

they broke you
didn't they?

I am watching
and my dear soul
is crumbling away
with yours.
Your eyes are telling a tale
Everywhere you go

Your steps are making rhythms
silent and slow

Your head was never high
Nor does your voice

Every tremble of your hands
Every quiver on your lips
I know.
for my lovely friend who had thought for all these years no one has seen the pain in his eyes or the anxiety on his face. I miss you. be strong.
There's no such thing as impeccable silence
there's always soft wind blowing
a twig stepped on
slow gasps in the wedding hall.

There's no such thing as impeccable silence
there's always phones vibrate
fork screeching plate
quiet prayers of a sick little girl
teetering on her fate.
there's a gap
inside of me
that couldn't be filled

I went
walking down every streets
watching people's footsteps
trying to find
which rhythm
that I could dance to
without tripping down

I watch
the purple sky before sunrise
and the orange glimmer before nightfall
trying to understand
which moment
that I could amend myself
at least for a smile

but no matter how far
this feet has brought me
no matter how much
time has been wasted

this tiring journey
has never succeed
in finding
the right piece
to fill the gap.
several days without missing even one, my heart feels like a burn that won't heal.
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