Poems- I

Picture by my friend, quite a long time ago.

I wouldn't call myself a poet. A good one, atleast. But every once in a while someone else takes over. Enjoy!

Wrote this one last night because I had an exam. And I felt like doing literally anything other than studying.
My favorite line: You took me in your arms
And like waves we collided

Wrote this one some two months back. Just because.
My favorite line: But my heart forgets.

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AnonymousJune 17, 2019 at 10:43 AM
Around the corridor walking quiet and shy,
You always caught me staring with my eyes.

Her eyes were truly captivating holding every stare,
Tons of joy locked inside that , I can hardly bear.

She caught me staring and simply looked away,
If she speaks to me , I wouldn’t know what else to say.

I swayed , remembered and I closed my eyes,
Is this true that this is love or am I believing on lies ?

With that sparkle in her eyes enough to make a flame,
I wasn’t that brave enough to stay in that staring game .

Her eyes that took me near as it may take awhile,
just to wait and see if she would give a smile.

Aimlessly I will keep that stare with thoughts unread,
Just to let her know so much that was left unsaid.

that staring game she wins yet again ..

-S.S
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Anusha NeupaneJune 18, 2019 at 4:42 AM
Dear Stranger,

I don't usually spill secrets
But I think I’ll make an exception
So listen close,
Open your eyes wide
Hope it adjusts your perception.
These eyes are a delusion
A calculated disguise,
An alcoholic’s poison;
Nothing but a mere illusion.
If you look too deep, fly too close
It’s certain; You WILL be harmed
My flame will burn your wings
Don't tell me you were not warned.

-A.N
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AnonymousJune 19, 2019 at 7:35 AM
In your eyes there is so much more
It goes beyond the deepest blue,
Such beauty I’ve not seen before
In your eyes I see hope and the love I have for you.

Far beyond the white like freshly fallen snow
I see your heart pure as a dove,
To explain the wondrous beauty the words I don’t know
All I can give is my own true love.

Flecks of green and yellow spark imagination and fire
A beauty rarely seen
No artist’s pallet could conspire
A picture so perfect and clean.

But far beyond the color, I see what makes you whole
If I look deep inside your eyes my dear, I see your soul.

-S S
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AnonymousJune 22, 2019 at 7:23 AM
Life is colourful
But not in the way I'd like,
Its shades keep changing
From lemon to blue to burgundy,
Feels like I'm living
In a constant state of melancholy.

Tried hard not to stare
At the melody that kept swirling
In front of my eyes
And through my ears,
Sometimes I forgot breathing.
And it trapped me into the deep
Clawed hard to come up from beneath,
But it was hard to hold on
The walls were too steep.

Never thought I'd wish
For a colourless life of black and white,
Of boring creatures and ordinary sight..
Never thought I'd be the one
To want my seeds to sow,
To want my roots to dig deep and grow.

Maybe flowing with the wind
Is not for me,
Free-falling is not the same as flying,
Peter should leave me alone now,
I don't want to end up dying.

Thought I almost saw
Heaven from where I was,
But it lay barren
With no gates or guards,
Or even angels or gods,
Either the books or my mind are lying,
It is overrated to wish for dying.

But I made it through
Somehow I swam back ashore,
Fought the muddied waters that blinded me,
Somehow I found my door.
And to sanity I return,
With lessons and scars that still burn
It's good to look ahead with clarity,
It's good to be back to reality.
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