So I'm this sailboat that departed from the port shoving away in its own stifle no one to pull it towards the shore no one having to drive the force so i'm this rocking boat that would wave away to unknown lands go uninvited to places coz now I finally believe a random moment feels more like home than days of an unempathetic kinship.
Tag: Love
Someone for me
Sometimes i want someone to
pat my back,
Sometimes i want someone to
kiss on my forehead,
Sometimes i want a tight hug,
Sometimes i want a warm
shoulder,
Sometimes i want someone to
hold my hand,
I just want someone.
~Divyanshi yadav
From his side
What worth is of your yes
If it cannot keep us together?
You seem more afraid than unsure of my love,
Why do you need so much proofs to gather?
Our Maroonish Love
Pour your molten passion over me,
Let my skin char with your name.
And when I’d call out to you
Lie down over me, we’ll melt into the same.
just one of those things
It still sends a chill down my spine, knowing the way someone you love can change into someone you don't know anymore. ~S.L. Gray
Let this, for you, be poetry…..
One day, when all the poets die
and there is left below the sky
Just waters, kissed by lunar light
that gleam and ripple in the night;
let this, for you, be poetry.
When pens and quills have all grown cold
take autumn’s glades of gleaming gold,
where fragrant fires and balmy breeze
do burn and breathe through trembling trees;
let this, for you, be poetry.
While lovers ‘neath the pearly moon
still sigh and sing and sweetly swoon,
with lips, that laugh and love and tease;
when beauty breathes from hearts like these;
let this, for you, be poetry.
When swifts and swallows swoop in spring
and skylarks soar aloft to sing,
while sun sets silent off the shore
and sea does seethe and rave and roar;
let this, for you, be poetry.
One day, when all the poets die
and in their graves the poets lie,
upon the heath, go fill your arms,
with honeysuckle’s tender charms;
let this, for you, be poetry.
~ Sahil Lakhmani
like a cup of tea
you warm me up
like a cup of tea
only to be
poured out
and left empty.
Yours
You saw only the smile, not the storm hidden in my eyes Because you needed happiness, not turbulent skies. You heard only the laughter, not the cries of pain Because you wanted perfection, you tightened the chain. You felt only the cold skin, not the relief at last; Because you had finally lost the control you'd amassed...
the seasons and us
The winter has our cozy hugs The summer has the intense heat generated when we are together The rainy season showers your love in its every drop The autumn sheds our heated arguments The spring let's our life to bloom again no matter how long we fight Every seasons reminds us of each other You to me and me to you...... -
