Love and Agony

Hours and hours on a bench there,
I’ve stayed alone for her to return.
The roaring buses did witness our story,
where we couldn’t say farewell and sorry.

The untold story of a solitary life,
still burns inside by the flames of hope.
Blossoms of love wait to bloom,
in the same heart where you used to roam.

The road to church and street of John,
were filled with laughter once ago.
The blessed roads still wish to know,
the reason why they were left alone.

The heart was crowded with the name of love.
Sparkling eyes became the victim of moan.
Turning to a graveyard the soul rests still.
Yet the flames of hope burn with a will to heal.

-Devni Dissanayake-

The Silent Hello.

(Nothing hurts me more, than when I hurt you…)

Baby ,
It’s me;
The ripper of the tree
The poison, the polluter
Of the best of clarity

Baby,
It’s me;
The truth beyond the dream
The timid who failed to free
The hands, tied beneath

Baby,
It’s me;
The pain that never cease
The warrior who until now,
From critics, never flee

Baby,
It’s me;
The mourner full of grief
The priest of sanity
The surrenderer of destiny

Baby,
It’s me;
The soul you never see
The shattered thin glass
Of walls you broke free

Baby,
It’s me
The lunacy of forever glee
The mime of freedom
The bitter, not ever sweet

Baby,
It’s me;
The frozen mockery
The silence beyond the words
Of endless love;
Maybe…

-Anonymous-

Passing cloud here to stay

“Keep it,” she giggled. The dying sun turning her figure to nothing but a silhouette. “How petite she is”, his mind kept saying “how petite but how great an impact she has on me”. Bending down to ripple the calm ocean she carried on, “it keeps venturing back to you anyway. My thoughts will fill the void I guess.” She kept smiling, but her cheeks failed to burn, probably because of the cool breeze, or was it the glistening tear streaks? He took a step closer, his feet sinking deeper in the sand.

“He’s a good person. Got everyone approving. Still, he has not succeeded to please this one right here,” she said, placing a hand over her left bosom. She’s wearing his favorite nail polish. Looks just as good as the first time he saw her wear it. “There are times I actually believe it might tear away from me,” she couldn’t help but laugh. The waves kept rising above the sun. His fists were safely tucked away in his coat. Jaw set to stop the quiver in his lips. He wanted to look away but not when he knew this could be the last time, he looked at her this way so openly.

She stood up looking deep into his pained eyes, hers reflecting an identical vibe. “I must leave now. Got a wedding to host and a life to fake.“ She held out her hand, he shook it and pulled her in for a tight embrace. They tore apart and she backed away the last hints of rays now completely submerged. They both looked at the sky by habit. A perfect crescent and a sprinkle of stars about to be covered by a passing by cloud.

-KS-

The Faded Horizon

Horizon looked so real
Sky and Ocean were far apart
Staring they stayed for years
Neither spoke of the wailing hearts

Tired of endless pondering
On how to lose the hands tied tight
With time they just kept wondering
‘What is more worthy,
The ebb out or the tide?’

Down the rain kept pouring,
But one day the sun shone bright
A rainbow with perfect timing
Made a dark Cloud finally smile

Sky embraced the Colourful Cloud,
Blocking out the Ocean sad,
Who drowned the tears and mumbled
“You can’t miss what you never had”

-anonymous-

Date of Angel06 and badboy98

Filtered photos and flawless face
Thousand likes on every single page
Username angel all lower case
Page shows an angel for heaven’s sake!

Biceps Triceps all of abs
fitness boasts and endless tips
Badboy pictures young fit guys
Pretending very cool side by side

Suggested following angel on top
Badboy hit to follow her of course
Sliding to DMs with slightest hope
Started online what a romance it was

Chat by chat to a call by call
Just with voices kept their wall
Planning a date in a nearby mall
Just to see each other after all

Morning of date Badboy wakes up
Looking at the belly resting on his lap
of course no muscles just collected fat
I’m going anyway “Screw that”!

Stepped to the mall and took a call
Hoping to see a fair curvy girl
He heard a ring and heard her talk
A skinny little girl as dark as chalk

He went to her and simply tapped
” Angel aren’t you?” Came out words
“Of course, I am” she murmured back
Both judging very quick,others look

“where are the muscles and all those abs?”
“Where is the fairness and those curves?”
“still wanna date me? “ he nervously asks
“Of course” she says locking those hands

“I’m no angel, I’m a real girl”
” I’m no bad boy, I’m just a guy “
Angel, Badboy perfection close
Giving the real life a simple chance.

-Geemini Rodreguez-

Forever

Somewhere along her life,
her heart turned cold with
broken trust and shattered hopes,
nevertheless, as hard as it was,
he showered her heart with love,
softening the dark edges and
melting her heart with a touch of love.

As guarded as she was,
he never failed to make her feel safe
when she opened up herself.
Slowly but certainly
she fell for the unfamiliar but
soothing gentleness of his presence.
Every passing day and night,
she embraces the foreign emotions,
feeling the certainty of a forever.

-Anonymous-

Slipped

I wonder where you’ve gone, now just a stranger to me.
Sometimes it’s unbelievable,
the way it slipped out of our hands,
the way you do nothing about it.

And here I am, still clinging onto a hope that I know is long gone.
Many are the days I wish, you’d remember our good old times,
and want them back, the way I do every single day.

‘The spark will be gone, things will get too boring’,
the realistic life, they say.
But maybe I just can’t give up being that hopeless romantic,
fighting for the love we had, and will have.

-Anonymous-

☇Canvas

Oils, water colours and pastels
With colours so bright and vibrant
Brushes so soft that they excel
In making love, to the canvas so silent

Soft strokes and touches gentle
Art, formed through a process mental
A touch of maroon, a splash of teal
Makes it worthy of a heart to steal

Salmon pink and cayenne red
A symphony of colours, inside my head
A touch of white to a cherry red,
A lovely pink you get in it’s stead

Hidden lovers, in their embrace
A youthful and happy baby’s face,
Silhouettes, in the early morn
Like a prayer, are these drawn

Weeping willows so tall and green
Brought to life with a touch unseen
A silent scream of a woman frail
With agonized eyes and a face so pale

Colours and shapes inside my mind
Brought to life, by lines outlined
Yet all the colours sold in the store
Can’t give life to the visions in my core

Water colours are obsolete
My bleeding heart has the colours I need
Dissolved in and mixed with, the tears from my eyes,
Your heart, my canvas that your mind belies

Strokes so gentle, with words for a brush
Dipped in my bleeding heart, as I await your blush
If the paint is too bright and red
Make it lighter I will, with the tears that I shed

Blacks, reds and maroons I have,
Indigo’s and navy blues
Yet don’t ask me for a rich yellow hue,
Bright happy colours, my heart won’t issue

-Anonymous-

Why in love?

Why is it that poets try so hard to put love into words?
Why is it that we ask people what love is and expect something otherworldly?
Why is it that when we talk of true love we envison something rare or soon to be extinct?
Like the birth of a rainbow
Or the slow songs from the 1960s

Well it isn’t
It is as simple as appreciating the glint of mischief on my brothers eyes
And as constant as my mother’s prayers
I hope you get to understand that love doesn’t have to be what everything else thinks it should be.

-Reema Shakir-

Graveyard of hopes

Months ago I was standing
On a graveyard of buried hopes
All that I was lacking
Were a bunch of sturdy ropes

A far off cry of a wolf I hear
Searching for it’s mate
None of that for me I fear
‘Tis not to be my fate

The screech of an owl in a tree up high
As an innocent mouse then screams
‘Oh if I were that mouse!’ I sigh
Age old nightmares turned to dreams

Darkness then around me swept
Kissing me with icy breath
My mind’s darker than this I wept
I’d embrace the shroud of death

Faith I’d lost and hope I’d none
Although you’ve told me nay
Sought and lost, the wanted one
Had to fight to live another day

Red roses bloom on the fence so near
A sign of love triumphant
Not red, but white for me I fear
The sign for love forsaken

In a dark tunnel I was
No way of searching for a light
A ray of light, then I saw
A saviour from my blight

Happiest in my life I’ve been
Blissful like this I’ve never been
Is this just a dream I’ve seen
A love like this comes unforseen

Turned my frowns upside down
Happiness with you knew no bounds
Joyful laughter seemed to drown
The earlier agonised screaming sounds

Ropes were now discarded away
Dreary life now spent with bliss
Night passed away to give light of day
Turned the white rose red with a kiss.

-Anonymous-