The silence, Has been mocking at me again. The voices, the thoughts, They've lost their cane. It's been forever, I've been waiting to be hit. On the lips, with answers, To questions, unnamed. And so, when the time comes I worry, it'll be late. For the cane will be sent, To a very dark place.… Continue reading Silence
~ Tonight, the wind is tranquil ~ The wind, that brought me here. It's midnight and I am looking for the stars. They speak with serenity, and I admire their light. Tonight, they are hiding behind dark clouds that the wind brought with it. Their light is brighter than mine. I need some light to… Continue reading Tonight, the wind is tranquil.
"If people were like sunlight and poetry, I bet most of 'em would do nothing but turn each other into ashes and Hide their lies behind metaphors And appreciate their own adroitness. The world would've been so grey, beautiful and helpless." On days like this I wish For the clouds to walk away And the… Continue reading Sunlight and poetry.
You liked grey because of you mom's ashes. Black because of our dead daughter's eyes. But red was your favorite Because your hands looked complete with my blood on them. -Anupriya Kumari "Poetry in 140 characters" Why don't you write one too? ❤
I see you longing for death. Like it's a beautiful dress you long to own To wear. So you beg your mother to get you the dress. Because you're too little to get it yourself. (I look down at my wrist. Oh! It looks just like my mother's) Will you beg your mother to get… Continue reading Wrist
Tonight, I'll give my mind a canvas again. Only this time it'll be a piece of cloth, I'll find my spool of words and get ready with needles And weave, perhaps, a better thought, Which again, I'm sure, will never be thought on, Or looked at again another time. And, I'll have to turn my… Continue reading Poetry.
Short poems, Long poems. Diary notes, Songs! But nothing matters, Nothing. Because You see Some people Write to heal. And Some write to hide. And I am the latter. Because I fail terribly, At answering, Questions like "Why do you write poems? Why do you push people away? Why do you do things that you… Continue reading Nothing changes.
