Beautiful, my love

You’re beautiful, my love

As beautiful as the fading flower.

Just as beautiful as a ball of white snow on my warm hand.

I can feel you melting down.

I can see you slipping away through the gaps between my fingers.

I can see you disappear.

But don’t worry, my love

I’ll carry your memory in my mind,

And let your fragrance occupy my lungs in your absence.

I protected you in ways that I knew, I held you close to my heart and warmed your soul with my unconditional love.

But when you disappeared,

You left me numb.

You’re beautiful, my love

As the beautiful as the setting sun

Which taints the eyes of the sky a deep red when it disappears .

I can feel you stripping the warmth in my heart with your dark and nefarious self,

Leaving me to wither in cold.

But don’t worry, my love .

Just like the larkspurs, I’ll bloom again

And let the wounds you left bleed beautifully.

I adored you in ways that I knew, admired your charm and found the most beautiful words to glory you.

But when you disappeared,

You left me ugly.

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These Scars…(Collaboration With Ana)

These Scars…(Collaboration With Ana)

It’s always my pleasure to collaborate poem with amazing friend sidharth’s , he’s talented amazing writer ,please do visit/follow his blog on http://www.sweetdevil69.WordPress.com
I’m sure you’ll love his works 😊

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These Scars…

For you, my heart blossomed like a rose
Holding your hand when I held you close.
You seemed like an angel from my sweetest dream
But gullible I was to your sinister schemes.

I held your hand from dusk till dawn
But you abandoned me amidst life’s storm.
Scarred I was, with this dark, this destructive romance
Scarred I was, by your diabolical deceptive trance.

‘Always yours..’ is what you had said
But those feelings have now dropped dead.
Abandoned & scarred I cry in my bed
While scars of sadness bleed inside my head.

I feel helplessly alone at life’s every turn
As these scars make my heart burn.
These scars decimate my mind’s peace
These scars infect me like a dark disease.

Happiness fades from my soul’s bleeding shore
I can’t smile like I used to before.
New depths of agony I continue to explore
For…

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Dream of beautiful lies

I have disappeared like a drop of vinegar in ocean of honey .

My smiled has reappeared, submerged in a garden of crimson red roses .

Thorns are drenched, and stems are thick, like the love of virgin Mary’s newborn.

My leg crossed, and I will wait till dusk, for you to return home, our lips and lust.

Do not forget the water that will wash off dirt, yesterday’s ugly and tomorrow’s hurt.

Now rest your head and close your eyes, allow your dreams to sink in beautiful lies.

Dragonfly Dreams

So many times I’ve set this dream free
willing it to fly high and away
to perch upon the cherry tree branch
in the garden of someone more worthy.

Someone less timid
…someone less scared

Someone brash enough
to reach out and grab
that one thing
forever begging to be had

And yet,
time and again it returns to me
a shimmering hope
hovering
on dragonfly wings

Staring me down
daring me to try
just one more time
…and another after that
until the day I finally realize
some dreams are only meant
for the souls they are born to.

And no matter how well-meaning or responsible I might seem
when I ignore it
or try setting it free
it will always come home to perch in that tree
on the edge of that overgrown garden of dreams
I unwittingly nurture with tears.

I want to be . . .

I don’t want to be

The name in your blocked list , and neither do I want to be a forgotten contact.

I don’t want to be a phase in your life, or your flavor of the month. I don’t want to be forgotten smudge of a handprint on your window pane.

I want to be

Dried lavenders you keep between the page of an old romatic classic, and I want to be the beautiful handwritten letters that you keep under your pillow, holding them close to your heart at night. I want to be the pearls from a broken necklace you’ve been treasuring for age, your wristwatch that you always wear on your right hand.

I want to be

Sweatshirt that carries your fragrance and be an old blanket that keep you warm on a cold winter night. I want to be reason behind your smiles, and I want to be your muse, be someone who you think about on your lonely night.

I want to be the girl in your story, which you will very fondly tell your children before their bedtime, under the starry night sky, a light smile playing on your lips while doing so.

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Love was my test

Before I knew what love was, I thought it was easy like when you love, you expect to be loved back. When you give, you expect to receive something back.

When you’re hurt love can easily comfort you. I thought love was my medicine when I was hurting deeply. I thought love was my ally when the world pounded me and bombarded me with painful wounds.

I was wrong, love was my test.

Love was my enemy, love was the measurement of how I really want to spend my life with somebody. Love was never my redemption, love was there even to the point of my execution. Love stood under my umbrella. Love held me when I was drowning in my insanity.

Love stood beside me when the heavy eyes of the world judged me. Love built a roof when problems rained on me. Love taught me to dance in the rain. And when I was able to stand up and be strong again, love fulfilled his duty and then left me.

#Thankyou

Strapless  (Rollercoaster #2)


It felt like being in a Rollercoaster with no seatbelt 

You just hold on to dear Life hoping it end wells 

Funny things it is never does.

You end up hurt and shattered like glass.

But all these times you’re thingking, why do I deserve this?

But honey, Life is Cruel and Blind, it doesn’t pick who it’s next victim is .

So just hold on to that strapless Rollercoaster for as long as you can,

And wait till the ride is finally ends.