Just when everyone walks away And darkness overtook the day He comes out seeking light Fighting everyday hunger and humanity rights He sneaks every night Under cloudless clime and stary skies Who could be he? A boy, little one or a rag picker! Or a innocent child with no care! Waiting for food us to bring down Hunger, proverty and what's not Exchanged his smile for a frown! His search never ends Everyday for a little food And a warm coat. A little breadcrumbs and loaf crusts Was enough to decorate his face with a smile His stiff bones without breath Spoke untold stories of his fate He walked back through footpath To overcome darkness with lights His wide eyes left nothing to blink Empty stomach and broken wings.
Her wild-eyes witness Every cruel second of life Infinite inscrutable of incidents Blended betwixt crimes and victims Yes, she was a princess of father And queen of her soul Yet, destiny took her breath Before her castle was build. She read stories of demon The darkness shiver her soul Her nights was darker than those demons Scattered in life, before she could know All she could remembered A couple of men coming near Lust longing between their teeth Coating their rotten heart beneath She couldn't break the sticky grip Of their masculine power and bravery She retaliate to break down her fear But she was unknown of five more there.
No words to express the depth of her pain It left her hurt, hollowed and lost With bruises, scars and much more. They snatch her voice Her safety Her privacy Her pride Her worth And at last her life. She never thought after that night The sun would be forever lost. Under the gleaming moonlight She embraced eternity forever lost.
And now she is empty Blown away by the wind Her soul wandering around Gleaming between thousands of candle lights Are now meant for her, after she was gone. She now, rest in almighty's shelter Far more stronger than them Waiting for the day... The world to address her as fighter The day to come soon Darkness will be gone And the sun will rise again. She is waiting for the day To meet all of them again But this time, in heavenly door The queen will be rise again There shall be no mercy. The day, all world will know What they did in private Millions of innocent steps Will come to know Even in the darkest nights They will never stand alone "World would address her as fighter"
She will be born again This time with a greater destiny!
In the loving memory of those fighters, may your innocent soul rest in peace ❤️
I choose to be lost, away from the chaotic world. A world where everyone is busy hiding their untold scars, and at the same time reminding of others. I am healing, scars in me aren't ugly anymore, they are much known, they laid me lap, and I choosed to cocoon within them, that's how I was born, That's how I wrote my first poem. ❤️Lost soul❤️
I lift up my brushes Unleashing trapped hues Let my fantasy Smear colours In tapestry of white canvas Filling all possible voids Hoping it to turn blue. But my tears endure The midst of storm And cascaded down to Desiccated canvas. Drenching souls of colour in salty tears of mine Blended on betwixt Every tint of hue I lived Into a resplendent rainbow Adorned with all shades of me.
I sat by the window pane Looking at last leaf of tree Painted in dry gray tint Twisting, twirling clinging on it. I wonder, how does it feels Wanting to hold on One more day before death
A soothing wind touched me in Awakening deepest desires That remained trembling Yet so long, is pronounced now More in a profound way. I wonder, why I felt that way He felt like the leaf Clinged in me as the tree The pain of not letting go When time seems ticked And days grow old.
The wind arrives gusting Through each swaying tree Tumbling the leaf down to ground Whirling, falling without a sound.
I learnt now the art of letting go Forever I suppose Do not last anymore One to come One must go As the tree do not mourn For each falling leaves I now learnt lonely isn't bad The tree and me waiting now For past to go And new to come.
I express things, i have come so far Virtually lost in utopian scenes Past 3 AM these visions come alive She adorned them till the end of time You killed those expressions with eyes Scintillated with silhouette of sun Strings trembling with mellow love Freely forlornly we never were Words of mine incarnate our trust Recluse designs is all left with me now Affection cascading shrinking light Burned me like pages that never existed Albeit here i am in Pristine solace Craving for new phrases of expression
To find the pieces where I plucked all these lines from, visit this tag: #recyclingbin (Warning: Just sayin' most of my old poems suck tho) •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Evanescence of an Angel
I’m fading from existence In the backseat of A life in human form An angel in an earthly disguise Believing that all will return to normal
Soak in the reality The world can fall apart And draw out the story hidden within So that maybe I’ll comprehend Everyone breaks piece by piece In the embrace of fate’s plan But for no specific reason
Vulnerable, I am now For a being meant to be feared Dissipates too- like everything else My time, my soul, my everything A silent flutter of invisible wings And with the wind, blows the ash of what used to be Bits of proof the supernatural exists
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