So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.- F. Scott Fitzgerald
There was the darkness I fell fora small tinge of fearthe glory of the coldseeping through my skinWith the rains in sightand the clouds growling in furyI am mocked by the sparks in the skyThere's no sound of the darkbut I can only hear the screamsthrilled by the silenceamazed by the noise.I am the leaf under the treewithered and deadyet I feel the air pushing me downI feel the soil taking me in.©cynically#writersnetwork #mirakee #pod
A leaf on the ground.
In my fingers, there's fatewatching me breathesmiling through my woundsI am the lone birdfree from captivity but wingless at birthI am a ghost you've never seenI am the white you'll never feelIn my arms, there's winterthere's darkness, there's airI am surrounded by the soil and bloodfreezing my flesh, strangling my neckI'm supposed to be the cynic I amI'm supposed to die every momentbut there's a light I cannot understandfor the horizon is a little blurryand the twilight, a little bright.©cynically #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #twilight
For the horizon is blurry.
It's been months since I've foughto'er pretty lies and sour truths.It's been months since there has been rainor coldor the sun.I've waited and hopedslept and torepages of my heart cut into shapes in the darkI've dreamt of monstersmaybe evil maybe honestbut fearful and obscureNo fawning over what's leftno startle over the theftfor there's no greater good than lovefor there's no better lie than loveIn the memory of what's goneI will wait for what's to comefor it's been long since I've foughtit's been long since I've thoughtof what I am of who I pretend to be.©cynically#writersnetwork #mirakee #pod
It's been a long time.
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Let the ruins burnlet your soul freelet the ghosts of your pastlet the legs spree.While you turn your backsit and restwish yourself the worldwish yourself the best.Because there is treason and an awful lot of liesso wait and think if you can believe your eyes.©cynically
She's a light in the darka pearl of her kindher stance smells of eleganceshe's a gem, hard to find.While she searches for strengthshe holds her head highshe doesn't give upshe never fails to try.She has mountains ahead of heryears before she will taste freedombut she steps on possibilitiesproud of what she has become.She evolves everydayshe learns every seasonshe becomes stronger every minutefor all the right reasons.She is careful and clevershe knows there are moments she can't savebut she holds on to her willand fights until her grave.She's a woman with a goalher dreams are what she has always knownbut she won't think twicebefore giving up her life for her own.She is a goddess and a fightera free spirit with fireshe can kill and smilefor everything she desires.©cynically#writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #womensday #happywomensday #peace
What is it?
And whilst I am lost in a glorious duskI find your eyes glisteningIs that confusionor is it a questionare those tear dropsor am I a fool afraid of your betrayal?©cynically
And whilst the stars dance in joythe moon glazes in happinessI see the light, brightest of allfalling upon the sins of my pastmoving seamlessly through my presentAmongst every dream that scares meI am terrified by the one where you look at meand there's only hollowness.©cynically
A light I don't see.
While there are songs in my headrythms on my fingersa stinging pain runs through my spineI walk down my bed the midnight air freezing my armsbut I see a brighter darka smaller infinitya bigger beyondAnd while I am lost in how the sun shinesor how there's no moon in the skyI feel the tug in my heartstrings the fear in my skin.©cynically
A million stars
Amongst a million galaxiesI've found a homea place I call your armsan air I call your kissAn ocean I see in your eyesdrowning endlessly into the blueI feel your fingertipsI heal under your warmthI see a thousand waterdropsreaching out towards the sky.The air around me gazes into our soulthe heat in your touch speaks to my soula frozen lakea kindled hopethe sparkling lightthe broken rope.©cynically
In my dreamsfar from realityyou never left.Grey eyespiercing my gazeholding me inshortening the chaseI was the deer in denialheld by the hunterslowly dyingwailingwaiting.©cynically
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of all the sins I ever did,love was the only refuge where I slept with peace.It never disdained my trust at the same time I too learnt how not to remind the worst memories again in your head. Saumya Mishra
Apologies if it doesn't makes sense.
My heart is made of wars and conflicts but surely not of love.It is not draped in silk and didn'tseem poise like sandalwood. I am cold hearted; yet alive.The people wearing every hue ofscarlet over their hearts and dyingwith unrequited love everyday awaitsfor their rebirth. Separation can't ditch me anymore,but people quarrel with falling leavesof autumns to paint them in azure.I wonder if it is made more of revengeor humility, of glimmering twilight or whimsical dreams.They lost and wore the crown for not giving up on love.I fought and won the battle outta famine.The heart I have knows no language, but learnt outrageous screams despising romantic whispers.I was a poet when I had a heartbreak, though. I cried desperately and swallowed my tears.Moreover, the thirst was quenchednever and the guilt turns out to be shame. I now belong to horizon andescaped from the grounds or skies. The emotions I poured down on pages started to suffer like the blood during my menstruation.The world considered it impure. I kept cursing me for that. Everyday.I killed those metaphors like they were sudden unending cramps with wicked expectations. Now I laugh on the fact that how pain sew poetries and a poet camouflage his own heart honoring himself to be a poet. I now don't visit homes where lavenders bloom for they can neither distract my attention nor lure my callous heart.I am a nightmare, walk towards funeral and offer wilted lilies to loathsome corpses. The stars or moon are the reason why your wishes come true. I believe it's a lie.I was born out of rage and might die without fears or regrets. This heart is confined within limits of tainted sunrise or barren soil where goodbyes breathe and beloved stays never.I yearn for wines at late nights and burnt dreams erupting out asvolcanoes makes me stronger.These traumatised memories troubles me for nothing.The photographs are not alive. I won't apologise.I'm grown out of love. With spoiled plans and worst human being I will be remembered with a heart made of abysmal hatred and oblivious desires. Saumya Mishra
Every poem cries in compulsion at last. The poet you see can't survive happily because all the words he gave lifetime, never spelled love to anyone. Saumya Mishra
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Poem : Acrostic
POEM Paradise Of Expressive Melodies. OEM Ocean Exploring Mysteries. EM Elixir, Medicine. M Magic.©eavicae
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