The air in this house is grievous, And it gets labored and harder hourly. Keep this poisonous air inside my battered indoors To hold back a scream and my fury. Your frame hatred towards you in my conscious, And my stifled helplessness is killing me. So I'll leave here my melodies, tears, and my thoughts, Just like you left your marks on my body in memory. But unlike you, I'll never forget this wound. I will leave for a long time, when you will gone. And when you'll find yourself on 6 feet in the ground, I'll get used to live with indelible, made by your scars.
In this strange little world See, it’s these poems that I’ve kept on writing Ever since I felt both young and free But the road has not been clear, like one might assume Several times there’s been opposition And some form or other of contradiction However, I have determined to be sturdy and firm Like some great rock No matter what I won’t stop Writing the poems that give me hope For it’s in my control to respond And this writers pen will not cease Simply because there’s one small piece that offends another They can get over it and move on Just like I can ignore what they said that was wrong
The Lady World
Is sleeping on her white and cloudy bed.
Like petals furled
Her eyelids close. Beside her dream-filled head
Her lover stands in silver cloak and shoon,
The faithful Moon.
So Love, my Love,
Sleep on, my Love, my Life, be not afraid.
The Moon above
Shall guard the World, and I my little maid.
Your life, your love, your dreams are mine to keep,
So sleep, so sleep.The World Can Wait _By Srishti_ The evening sky is calm and deep, The world around is fast asleep, After the rain, the earth smells new, With little drops like stars on view. The flowers bloom without asking why, They don't rush, they don't ask the sky, We were just too busy to be still sometimes, Running after endless chimes. Just a little silence, just a little me, Let the world wait, let my heart be free. #calm#nature#evening thought#peace
Another gives to another In growing hopes The other will see the other And realize just how true sweet love can be
That I would choose again to live such a life And what that life is I’m too ashamed to say Cause God forbid it that I live out this sinful future I once experienced on a hidden and reckless yesterday
Every day with you was a beautiful flower, Unique and attractive, pleasing to eyes, And just look at the garden beds makes me remember: How often have I caught your shining sight. I enjoyed all our moments, even the outlyed, Even when you were stubborn and hopeless, Because you've become to me more than important, Because garden gives me air, to be alive. My garden of moments blooms all the time Under the glass dome, somewhere inside, So that I could dream and be sad about you Without ever confession that my garden is true.