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19 years old and a world, of heartbreak, tears and timeless love...

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  • samyuktha_wordbay 3h

    My wish is that these words could talk for my heart,
    I hope these words spark in you a love so deep,
    The message from the deep desires of my heart i entrust this piece to deliver,
    For my desire for you goes deeper than the oceans.

    In that other world, i am the joy in your tears,
    But here, my closest to you is in my slumber events,
    Now i don't know where else to go, because am lost in your love,
    For my desire for you goes deeper than the oceans.

    I only imagine the brightness and sparkle in your eyes,
    When i pour out my entire heart, and read you my these words myself,
    And get you to hold me so dear, closer to every beat of your heart,
    For my desire for you goes deeper than the oceans.

    My wish is that I can light up your world with a thousand suns,
    letting your soul glow with mine in the darkness we surrounded ourselves in,
    the deepest of trenches will lose to me,
    for my desire for you goes deeper than the oceans.

    In the other world, I was the music in your silence, the rain in your drought,
    now hands tied I'm watching with closed eyes,
    the clouds don't hide the sun as much as your love wraps me up,
    for my desire for you goes deeper than the oceans.

    I only imagine the echos of love,
    when I feel your reflection in my eyes, images flashing by,
    wet eyelashes blinding my vision, look at me one last time my darling,
    for my desire for you goes deeper than the oceans.


    *collaboration poetry with the amazing @charlowahome *

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    Deeper than the oceans

    I only imagine the brightness and sparkle in your eyes,
    When I pour out my entire heart, and read you my these words myself,
    And get you to hold me so dear, closer to every beat of your heart,
    For my desire for you goes deeper than the oceans.

  • samyuktha_wordbay 1d

    It was midnight, when half the world was asleep,
    but there was a girl who clutching on
    to the blankets wrapped around
    her body,
    her eyes were betraying her
    and she knew it all too well,
    the hustle of the wind humming
    through her world
    that was dimming.
    Her eyes were filled with
    the terror that never passed,
    though years have;
    teeth chattering,
    eyes watering
    and voice wavering,
    her mind was crawling
    back into the darkness,
    seeking the safety of its shadows.
    Speaking to herself,
    lying to herself
    that it was all going to be alright.
    But it was midnight,
    when people and nightmares 
    were still awake,
    realization dawned
    upon her shaking self,
    alone was she
    in a room with no exits,
    her screams would 
    close in on her,
    the echos too loud
    she wouldn't be able to bear them;
    time stood still
    and she was at her own mercy,
    her own past
    that tormented her every single day
    that she grew tired of herself.
    Her thoughts stayed in her mind,
    afraid that the world would blame her
    at the nook of time.
    After all, his touch burned her skin,
    its impact still bragging its win,
    not out of passion
    but the commotion
    of not fighting back,
    being frozen like time
    that now, she is a puzzle 
    with so many pieces missing,
    for she has been hiding them well
    beneath her smiles.

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    Midnight monster

    But it was midnight,
    when people and nightmares 
    were still awake
    (Entire poem in caption )

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    - SAM

  • samyuktha_wordbay 1d

    While you were keen
    on being the wind,
    you forgot I was
    only a petal.
    While you ran as
    the river,
    you forgot I was
    only a tiny goldfish.
    While you shone
    as the bright sunlight,
    you didn't see that I was
    only a dry flower.
    You destroyed me
    so beautifully,
    I'm still lying on a
    bed if thorns,
    anticipating
    your next move.
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    - SAM

  • samyuktha_wordbay 5d

    Breaking rules was my speciality,
    with life all written down
    for me, I wanted to outdo myself,
    fly just once
    before I'll be caged
    again, only then,
    I won't be able to
    sneak out
    for a walk at night,
    when the blues and blacks
    mix together,
    when the violets and pinks
    fade away,
    little was my world
    that I couldn't even
    twirl in the room I had.
    So I broke some rules,
    quietly and tactfully,
    without a trace
    I walked back home,
    to be locked again.
    I loved the taste of freedom
    and wanted to savor it
    a little while longer,
    I loved that
    my tears met the wind outside,
    chilling the skin
    just like my heart.
    I've seen the world
    with different eyes
    that now there is no more
    turning back,
    but a voice always makes
    me stop,
    stooping as low as ignoring
    it's vibrations ringing
    in my ears,
    but the past triggered
    for me to stiffen,
    head back and
    erase my mistakes in the name of freedom.
    I've become a sinner
    as quietly as I could
    but it's impact is resonating
    throughout the space
    I'm caged in.
    Now leave before someone
    sees you,
    you cannot rescue
    a caged bird,
    I shan't fly
    anymore...

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    Caged for life

    Now leave before someone
    sees you,
    you cannot rescue
    a caged bird,
    I shan't fly
    anymore...

    (Entire poem in caption )

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    - SAM

  • samyuktha_wordbay 1w

    Tired, I feel drained,
    weight of your sins
    weighing me down,
    I can't get up
    so give me a hand,
    I feel the tingles
    of my body going rigid.
    I want to feel
    the warmth of your
    hands on mine,
    don't want to let
    our fire die down,
    gotta live with this regret
    of leaving,
    gotta fight this
    urge of moving
    without your shadow
    shadowing mine on the streets.
    Lost of the colors
    you spilled,
    lost of the reflections
    you instilled,
    the water running
    down my body
    is laughing at the scars
    within, my fingers
    clasping onto my hair,
    grabbing on for dear life.
    Tears running trails
    of salt,
    gotta have a hold
    on myself,
    gotta keep life
    in a bookshelf,
    must go on without
    a trace of you.
    Must've listened to
    them, you're just a man
    with clouds of desire hanging
    above your head,
    I'm just a woman
    craving love
    as you carved electric touches,
    my garden full of roses
    are dying from
    the fire in your words,
    could've survived better,
    lost in the woods,
    gotta let this misery
    pass by,
    gotta battle as you
    lean in,
    build a wall
    so high it won't fall anymore.

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    Gotta live...

    Tears running trails
    of salt,
    gotta have a hold
    on myself,
    gotta keep life
    in a bookshelf

    (Entire poem in caption )

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    - SAM

  • samyuktha_wordbay 1w

    One day, you'll become a memory
    that's fading at the back of my mind,
    the tears and smiles
    all resting in the past.
    Your features only a blur,
    as I struggle to draw an
    outline of your devilish beauty,
    your traits barely
    in sight of vision.
    Slowly the threads and wires
    binding us together
    will fall apart
    into loose strands of
    decaying muck.
    Sparks and fireworks
    that flew about
    will become puzzles of a
    mysterious jigsaw,
    and I'm sure I'd be lazy enough
    not to try and put those
    pieces together.
    Please forgive me
    if I don't recognise you
    when you smile at me,
    I'll be damned to know
    that you are hidden beneath
    layers of memories.
    Don't hold my hand,
    don't let me lay on you lap,
    don't answer my meaningless questions.
    Read this poem
    day and night,
    be the sound in my silence,
    the pitter to my patter.
    A day will come when
    my eyes stop dancing
    to your music,
    lips stop splitting
    when you crack a joke,
    We'll be strangers
    with a history that was forgotten.
    The cold summers
    and warm winters with you
    will be lost with the wind,
    I'll...
    What was I saying again?
    I'm sorry,
    but do I know you?

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    Do I know you?

    A day will come when
    my eyes stop dancing
    to your music,
    lips stop splitting
    when you crack a joke

    (Entire poem in caption )

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    - SAM

  • samyuktha_wordbay 2w

    Change has wrapped it's
    arms around me,
    good or bad,
    I'd rather not bother.
    The gravity of change
    is pulling me
    into a dimension
    I resisted throughout
    many lonely years.
    Definitions shifted
    and feelings looked back
    at dark times
    I'd rather not speak about.
    Given an opportunity
    I could turn back,
    reverse and wash,
    cleanse myself
    to be blank again;
    What has changed,
    that I've become humanly
    and full of emotions?
    I miss the void that
    doesn't reside within
    my soul,
    a longing, aching that
    I could find that beautiful abyss
    once again,
    just to explore it's depths
    one last time.
    Change,
    It's happening right now
    as I write
    every line,
    the void dissipating,
    evaporating with my words.
    I've tossed and turned
    to know the answer,
    but with its wings spread wide,
    I'm flying with it,
    only enjoying the view
    from up above.
    My candles are waning
    with a quiet warning,
    that I must stop
    over thinking opportunities,
    so now I'll stop
    with these three dots...

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    Metamorphosis

    The gravity of change
    is pulling me
    into a dimension
    I resisted throughout
    many lonely years.

    ( Entire poem in caption )

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    - SAM

  • samyuktha_wordbay 2w

    I picked you up
    from the deepest ocean,
    and darling, I won't
    let you go,
    for your fire
    will burn the ocean
    all together.
    The swirls of emotion
    circling your eyes
    have me waiting;
    You've got me now
    and forever,
    a slave to the bubbles of laughter
    frothing from you,
    shower me with them
    and fill my heart
    with the joy of leaving
    with no regrets.
    I will not shine
    like poetry from the dark,
    but camouflage with
    the petals of the black rose
    you gave me the other day.
    Another word
    slicing me, making me wince
    dramatically. I'm truthfully
    tired of even extending my
    arms to embrace you.
    But worry not, I won't
    let you go,
    for your fire
    is what keeps me burning.

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    I won't
    let you go,
    for your fire
    will burn the ocean
    all together.

    (Entire poem in caption )

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    - SAM

  • samyuktha_wordbay 2w

    I'm thankful,
    I learnt how it felt
    to be hurt,
    contrasting the way
    love was depicted
    in sappy novels
    and my poetry.
    Guess my idea of
    love was overrated,
    I only believed
    in happy endings,
    your love taught me
    how sorrow can hold
    a stronger storyline
    than happiness.
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    - SAM

  • samyuktha_wordbay 2w

    Friendship is not about celebrating it just once a year... it's about how we remember each other's wellbeing every other day, being able to feel the missed connection and make up for lost time. Our friendship needn't be defined with gifts and sweet lies, but love and bittersweet honesty.
    Finding a friend is simple, a piece of cake... but finding the right friend is very scrutinising.
    When the world celebrates friendship, I would like to too...
    Happy friendship day

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    - SAM