The Sinner|| Poetry
They say, tragedy creates art.
I know, that sinner, kept us apart.
A red dress, with yellow sunflowers on it.
Your white shirt, which glowed under the moonlit.
The grip of your hands, made me whole.
It concealed the wide gaps of my soul.
A sky full of stars,
And there we were, riding a car,
As the trees blur by,
My heart started feeling wry,
The Sinner stopped us,
You tried to discuss.
But the Sinner attacked your spirit,
Your heart split open,
Blood dribbled all over your shirt, making it red.
The pieces of your soul screamed for love,
You wanted to heal, to love again...
You waited for me, to mend your ripped heart.
You screeched all your love out of your heart.
You healed yourself, with the phases of time.
I still remember that night,
Your heart ripped open, blood spilling out of it,
But, I couldn't come.
As, How can a Sinner mend a Saint's heart?
-sresh
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They say, tragedy creates art.
I know, that sinner, kept us apart.
A red dress, with yellow sunflowers on it.
Your white shirt, which glowed under the moonlit.
The grip of your hands, made me whole.
It concealed the wide gaps of my soul.
A sky full of stars,
And there we were, riding a car,
As the trees blur by,
My heart started feeling wry,
The Sinner stopped us,
You tried to discuss.
But the Sinner attacked your spirit,
Your heart split open,
Blood dribbled all over your shirt, making it red.
The pieces of your soul screamed for love,
You wanted to heal, to love again...
You waited for me, to mend your ripped heart.
You screeched all your love out of your heart.
You healed yourself, with the phases of time.
I still remember that night,
Your heart ripped open, blood spilling out of it,
But, I couldn't come.
As, How can a Sinner mend a Saint's heart?
-sresh
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There is so much more . . . . .
There is so much more in the windy woods,
There is so much more in the flowing river.
There is so much more in the dusty desert,
There is so much more in the abundant clouds.
There is so much more in the heights of the mountain,
There is so much more in the depth of the Pacific.
There is so much more in the lustrous rays of morning,
There is so much more in the mistiness of gloomy night.
There is so much more in the corners her smilingly lips,
There is so much more in the sheen of my restless eyes.
There is so much more in the humdrum life,
And there is so much more in the charming death.
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There is so much more in the windy woods,
There is so much more in the flowing river.
There is so much more in the dusty desert,
There is so much more in the abundant clouds.
There is so much more in the heights of the mountain,
There is so much more in the depth of the Pacific.
There is so much more in the lustrous rays of morning,
There is so much more in the mistiness of gloomy night.
There is so much more in the corners her smilingly lips,
There is so much more in the sheen of my restless eyes.
There is so much more in the humdrum life,
And there is so much more in the charming death.
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Who am I ?
The uprising beats asking me who am I?
A thought born far past in the distance,
A vision to take storms on a toll,
A dark mass behind the scorched skin,
A calm standing still beneath the pacific,
A rising tides of moments or depth of a song,
A walk in the hilly clouds or sway of a wind,
A childish dream to catch a feather or an early bird of a cage,
A voice yet to be smothered or a sodden leaf yet to get warmth,
An awaken eyes waiting for living dream or solitude sitting in the rainy corner
So much to sleep with and to wake up with less,
Maybe I am just a vapor of water traveling down here waiting to kiss the air.
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The uprising beats asking me who am I?
A thought born far past in the distance,
A vision to take storms on a toll,
A dark mass behind the scorched skin,
A calm standing still beneath the pacific,
A rising tides of moments or depth of a song,
A walk in the hilly clouds or sway of a wind,
A childish dream to catch a feather or an early bird of a cage,
A voice yet to be smothered or a sodden leaf yet to get warmth,
An awaken eyes waiting for living dream or solitude sitting in the rainy corner
So much to sleep with and to wake up with less,
Maybe I am just a vapor of water traveling down here waiting to kiss the air.
#Manish #Words #review
WORDS
Some words are pure and profound, where some are trespassers of mind, strolling like a cat,
Some words are carved in a sacred walls of history, where some are waiting to be written on a grave,
Some words leads to the unlocked doors of my loved ones, where some are pointing at the fake flickering lights,
Some words are bagging on the way long to unnamed God, Where some are freezing in the frivolous fights,
What a jungle I am in!, where people are even articulating through their eyes and kissing them with the frisky fun of heart,
Look how enigmaticly they are murmuring!, Is it some kind of game or we are the one being played ?
- Manish Dabhi
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Some words are pure and profound, where some are trespassers of mind, strolling like a cat,
Some words are carved in a sacred walls of history, where some are waiting to be written on a grave,
Some words leads to the unlocked doors of my loved ones, where some are pointing at the fake flickering lights,
Some words are bagging on the way long to unnamed God, Where some are freezing in the frivolous fights,
What a jungle I am in!, where people are even articulating through their eyes and kissing them with the frisky fun of heart,
Look how enigmaticly they are murmuring!, Is it some kind of game or we are the one being played ?
- Manish Dabhi
#Manish #Words #review