mnisara

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  • mnisara 1w

    'A million galaxies away'
    Can be the reason for a boisterous
    Malfunctioning of hearts.
    Just imagine how a string
    Can be detached from its needle
    And find no value in a thread box.
    It does occupy a state of complete
    Monotony. Maybe one that does not imply.
    How secured is the heart which feels everytime
    A beat drops or picks up after a fall?
    Mourn for those lyrics I thought were sublime
    Because all I see now are words loss in time.
    If you still ask me why this monotonous drag
    I'll say it's an ailment I find no cure or just
    One of the complicated notions of love.

    ©mnisara

  • mnisara 3w

    Midas

    Why does beautiful matter
    In the scrutiny of life?
    Who makes these judgements
    Mandatory while soiling hands
    With tears of a million facade,
    Ugly laughs and fat bodies.
    Did becoming an individual
    Mean it costs to be happy
    Or did modern romanticism
    Find sleek cheeks, juicy lips
    Hourglass and bouncy humane?
    When Midas lost his touch
    Upon his child
    I wish he left one on each fingertip
    And mine could touch my soul
    Take the task of less emoting
    And turn into gold.

    ©mnisara

  • mnisara 3w

    Caught

    Maybe I am
    Guilty
    Of being here
    Where
    I shouldn't be
    I am
    Caught
    Recklessly trying
    To evade
    The feelings
    I do not
    Feel
    Any longer for
    Some.
    I am always
    Looking
    Forward to your sightings
    This lifetime is the
    Reality
    I am caught up in.
    ©mnisara

  • mnisara 4w

    I

    I am a million
    Different
    From a million
    Of them.




    ©mnisara

  • mnisara 4w

    Dpei

    Ka dpei nga don
    Ka shlem jingsyaid
    Mynsiem ka kmen
    Ngan lei khuslai.





    ©mnisara

  • mnisara 5w

    I feel abandoned by winter
    No more
    I feel the fresh breathings
    Of heat and breeze
    I feel most often the urge to
    Surface above land
    I feel this need irresistible to
    Exist forever





    ©mnisara

  • mnisara 5w

    Tell

    Did I tell you we begin last summer
    In the midst of a blurry mindset
    Distracted
    By the wanderlust heart desirous of
    Company
    Among thorns and weeds and rattled-skinned
    Earth
    And then we continued still when the rains
    Dropped
    Flushing every scene off the eye's glorified
    Pining
    So that when they mummified the fallen
    Dead
    Ours became a spectacle only few
    Remembered.
    Did you tell me we meet in winter
    While enduring the death of season's
    celebration
    Because we knew the dearth of warmth
    Inside
    Not forgetting the fervent imponderable
    rumblings
    Often woven into a tapestry of silver
    Penchants
    But the real question, without any thirst for
    Denouement
    Will always be the one we decide not to
    Quench



    ©mnisara

  • mnisara 7w

    How fragile is this mind
    Like dewdrops on a winter morn
    How hostile is this heart
    When torn by those dementors.
    Are we in a goodness of places,
    That's rivals itself even with smiles
    The great bearing of the soul
    Is transformed by a quick glare
    And then we are thrown a broken
    In the darkest dungeons sans hope
    Except we can have a deep surgery
    In a jiffy and it will all be drawn off us
    Then the pungency will set in a little
    But we survived the Kubla of our lives.





    ©mnisara

  • mnisara 8w

    Aren't we all searching
    For a little, just a speck,
    Of that glimmer shine
    Aren't you even wondering
    What holds you
    When this life gives up
    Aren't they thinking
    When hurting serves
    To severe not hold.
    I am not so sure about wisdoms
    That come from anything
    That demands my comfort
    Or my sense of pride.


    ©mnisara

  • mnisara 9w

    If you can't explain...
    Then talk.
    Speak.
    I hear.
    I heart.
    I relate.







    ©mnisara