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Kanupriya Sharma Poem
Its 3 O'clock in the night-
Or morning should I say,
Oh gosh why my eyes & sleep fight?
Can't it just come and stay.
I fear the darkness and its hollowness,
Once I was a sleeping angel;
Now getting driven into the shallowness-
I think about the imminent danger,
Failing to understand,
What is it that bothers me?
I can't stand nor can I flee;
My pain I can no longer withstand,
Day by day I turn into a wreck,
Want to scream and yell my plight;
Alas but I find no one in sight,
My voice reverts and finally breaks.
Nobody has a clue;
Of what i go through-
Or maybe nobody knew;
And none is there to rescue!
Slowly i have learned to live with this;
Falling daily into the deep abyss;
I know something is deeply wrong;
But don't know how far it will go and how long!
Copyright © Kanupriya Sharma | Year Posted 2010
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This is about a jihadi.....who consummated yet another terror attack. But this time he...fell for
a grenade thrown at him......by the armed forces......he is dying now.....and in those very last
moments.......he is reminiscing his life. And what he has been through.......what he has
achieved.....what a waste his life has been......with blood soaked hands.....and soul.......he
dies.......
I lie there dying, with the dewdrops falling on me;
It felt like salt being spread on my open wounds,
My eyes half open, just about to close,
But I will die for sure as this is what I chose-
I can see the smoke rising from the scorching grounds,
It’s wafting from the ashes of my torn heart;
As I recall my doings and it's time to get apart.
My hollow soul went as thin as a waif,
Whilst I continued to slay innocent lives;
Not once did I think of my imminent fate,
For every life I took, got stabbed with a thousand knives!
I see the shadowy faces of the countless I rendered dead;
Tears mixed with sweat and grit from my eyes I shed,
With my own pieces now strewn across the asphalt street-
No matter how much I try, I cannot sew them back,
Red is the hue of blood but Oh look mine is black!
There is a chill in the wind;
And a stench of death in the air,
The smell is nothing new to me,
I have smelled it before with flair
My breath is shallow as I hear the footsteps clear
Marching towards me shouting, “Catch him right there!”
Reveries of heaven were shown to me but alas it was all an illusion;
I continued committing the felonies in delusion-
The walls of hell are closing on to me now,
Parting is my tainted soul with a sad bow;
I take the last breath in, deep inside the lungs
And dove into my harrowing death with a plunge…
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Kanupriya Sharma Poem
Looking from the mountain top
i see the depth beneath gaping at me
strong wind gushing against my torso
I feel the force through my veins
Throwing me back to the land
But i stand rooted
As if I've been shackled to the edge
Same as i dwindle betwixt my dream
And the morose reality i live in
I want to break free, i want to fly
I want to scream, i want to cry
I have no fear left of leaping into death
All i need is to Breathe free; in those last moments
As i breathed for the first time in the womb
Last but not the least......
Can someone just put a white flag on my tomb.......
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Every night when i go to sleep....
I see your gentle face in the shimmering light...
My heart misses a beep.....
As i cry at my plight.....
The pain is there and oh its deep....
I yearn for your touch and desires are in sight...
How much i wish that u were there for me to keep......
I pray that our love shines bright......
Today , tomorrow and in every life.....
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Mindless insecurities of the restless mind,
Tangled threads of boredom wanting to unwind;
Lost is the vigor & life is far behind-
Large looms the gaping question..
Has he (god) been kind?
Fulfilling numerous wishes is a distant dream,
Desires turned to bleak hope; shallow & grim.
Chances of survival and a re-bounce are slim;
Large looms the gaping question...
Did I have far too many whim(s)?
Far from above, I tower over my past,
Oh boy!! haven't I lived it quite too fast?
Standing up against the light;
Staring at the shadows it casts
The image is far-fetched from the one i saw last,
Yet again..
large looms the gaping question..........
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She spends the last night lying all awake....
Staring bleakly in the darkness of the hollow inside..
Trying hard finding an answer for her soul's sake...
But restlessness is what in her mind reside...
Good old times are by far gone..
Oh.. why was she left forlorn?
This is not what she asked from life,
All she wanted was to remain alive...
Thoughts of him surface her mind..
The times in which they were entwined
His love was the only thing she lived for...
And never yearned for a thing more..
But life on her was unfair..
Threw her on shores of despair..
Cried enough and the tears have dried
Her faith in love has been defied....
She has requested for some bandages...
To sew back on the deep gashes...
On her empty soul and bruised heart...
Can anyone save her from falling apart?
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