Every little breath-Across the ocean Heart holding thousand misfortunes Petals fall like snow, Spring has turned to fall Where are you when nights grow cold I-am missing you! See the sunlight shading grey sky
City lights blurring into colors don't know why
Sadness starts to rise- oh my broken heart still aches so much in these lonely summer nights
Take away the heart from me To somewhere love don’t exist! A million times- You can tell me lies, you can make me cry!
Tears- they are like the footprints of heart My life begins and ends Trapped in love!
This afternoon- the East Wind blew my heart, down into an empty halo fingerprints had worn grooves into the surface In the Cloud Recesses, a harmonious song fo lonely summer echoes, As I miss the old days, that tipsiness lingers Youthful memories brimming with silent warmth In another life- I remember weepingTears fall from the sky I have accidentally created something new that is- bookmark But imagine what else I can do!
Can't budge mountains Can't make flowers bloom Can't heal the wounds What else can I do?
The rain in the treatise In the a deep blue sky is diving deep into my heartache I- ignite the light in the summer night The whole world is like a painting perfect And the wind brushed against my old- bookmark Summer Time, Under the Sun The dead leaves are bitterly carried by the wind And they flow by, just as my heart weeps.
You said-Think of me whenever the flowers bloom Surpass infinity- as you and I swing,On our secret wings I hope that you will never forget That your smile is the sun- Your voice opens the curtains and makes my heart quiver, As i strongly take a breath in the same air as you The truth melted when I read your book! Even the solid veil became a light That wrapped beautifully around us as we became one connected by the words!
Chase after your emotions at low speed Gather stories of resolve- As it is I’ll only share things with you
Flowers, birds, wind, the moon
Even the fragrant flowers will scatter The moon fades after it is full The plentiful scent of the changing seasons...day by day I will love you- Forever and ever and ever
Only you can take my heart
Dear my poetess- I crossed thousand miles You burning in my heart immortalization
If you look back you'll see me in the waves You are the reason- I'm breathing day by day.
I'm not asking why - Poets are the remnants of catastrophes because I've witnessed the same, tragedies of lost love and broken friend- -ships, of 3am macabre(s) and obsolete memories.
I'm not asking either to understand their pain or to hear echoes of their past histories because when poets are hurt they don't bleed red, they carry sun- flowers in their blood, it leaks yellow, they reek of hope and paint words in oceanic hues for their miseries to drown and elope.
I'm not asking to believe in a poet when they say I'm alive because they often forget to mention "I'm alive in words and exist to be dead in the grave of poetries".
Their poems speak of love and forevers but their heart pants to hear its beauty, they walk through the boulevards of lexicons and gets trapped in the home of agony.
I'm asking to never rely on a poet because they don't own anything but live on everything borrowed, borrowed from the hidden casket of Nature. Their metaphors and adjectives, the smell of their love and their world that often times look imaginative. ~Purva