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Anusha Rhoda Poem
He listened to my cry
He asked me to clarify
He heard the bits and pieces
My pain grew like branches
Stated the fears, detailed the pain
Yet his reactions so insane
Waited on him to start…
Seeker of love, Dreamer of warmth
It’s so a need; your love and warmth
That’s everything I’ve asked for
That is all I adore…
Your “I can’t” left me torn;
Why do you always let me mourn?
I cried harder I tried to explain
“It’s definitely not possible” this time you proclaim.
It stopped my heart, choked my neck
Other words I hadn’t known to explain.
Fear and faint ran to aid
All your demands I obeyed!
Wait or walk so unclear
I need you now extremely near.
Copyright © Anusha Rhoda | Year Posted 2015
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I wait all day long for a sign..
A sign of any form that can take my pain!
I wait looking around, at all the people happy and sound...
I pray and beg for that one soul, at least the thoughts to make me whole!
Days that pass, time I ignore, I know I will wait looking at the door...
If I see that smile on your face, believe me! I can completely forget the race!
Your touch echoes, all of me suddenly glows…
Extent unexplained, limits and beyond! Yet the heart waits for you to respond…
Anger and passion all combined; I’m forced just not to mind
Things that pass shall then once come, you will for once ‘me’ become!
Copyright © Anusha Rhoda | Year Posted 2016
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Colors bloom; Sun does the magic
You appear and heart feels the magic
Side by side though we walk
Not the words; our presence makes a mark…
Butterflies like luck all together they appear
Your every smile gives me a gear…
To see you from afar is such a view
I forget the world and get lost in you!
And where you go, I might spy
Just to be around you, I will die!
That look I capture, all day I think
Smile and smile without a blink ?
Dance in the loo, chairs I swirl
Coffee mug and hearts, oh I love the feel
Wishing you were close eyes move by itself
Thinking about you I lose myself…
Copyright © Anusha Rhoda | Year Posted 2016
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White frocks and Open hair
Such free was I in my mother’s square…
That cold breeze and Muma’s smile
Such relieving peace, this was my style!
She made me laugh and eat
With no a fear I walked down the street
Mistakes I made as an evil child
Yet she forgave with her tender smile
‘Mom’ I scream, in her deep sleep; there she ran to see me weep!
All the days she was sick, not a time did I peep!
Never upset, never rude
Mom was always there not matter what her mood!
Tis the love so deep; never realized I got this all free
Mom’s little girl as I grew, reached her shoulders so carefree
My Priorities that then changed, Mom always tried to explain…
Hurt and tears is all I gave but mom still loved with all the more pain!
If I knew life’s a game, I’d want to run back to the time
When mom tapped and sang the songs in bedtime!
With white frock and open hair
I’d always prefer to dance in my mother’s square!
Copyright © Anusha Rhoda | Year Posted 2016
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Is it normal to get hurt by a phone call?
Ever since I was in school, I have longed for a phone.
Extra time bought me my own.
Fun it was, more of a show off!
Brother warned me not to take off.
Messages it lead to not so good,
For there I even forgot the food.
To expectations and patience I lost,
I once was more of a Pentecost.
Lead to pain,
So much of me in vain!
As grown as I am now,
I want to get rid of – but how?
For it only hurts, being ignored.
I have it for him and he is bored!
Even if by mistake he receives,
States “oh shit I received”
It pokes with in as it bleeds
It doesn’t matter his way he speeds!
Copyright © Anusha Rhoda | Year Posted 2015
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Run back to the time of school
Undoing past 9 years would be so cool
I thought I would never regret
Anything I do will be so great
Unfortunately today I say
I hate every bit of yesterday
Friends I made, Guys I met
All for a cause today I get
Being withdrawn and back stabbed
Everything I forgot and yet get blabbed
Relationship that was once
Such a great blundered non sense!
Extra friends then that came along
Hate every bit of their presence so strong
Thoughts that disgust
Feelings that out burst
Today will be the last
For I hate every bit of my past!
Copyright © Anusha Rhoda | Year Posted 2015
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She says “Why do I have to?”
What the hell had I done to go through?
Mom left her childhood and dad too
He broke her heart to whom she was so true
Debts of love not 1 or 2
All she received from a friend she knew
Yet so many questions unanswered
Thoughts doesn’t seem to stop even if ordered
She yearns for that love and guidance
All relations are at a distance
Loneliness that fills, blankness invade
She helplessly cries lying on her bed
Hope- she has lost, prayers- she stopped
For life turned around when she had hoped!
More of a torture her life is to live
Hope she gets positive to forgive…
Copyright © Anusha Rhoda | Year Posted 2015
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Met you once, met you twice and met you a trillion times…
The smile you brought, the words you sought;
Respect over felt!
We drowned once, felt every bit of the absence;
There we lived, all treasured and cherished;
Memories out spoken!
We made a mark, we continued to leave a remark;
Not together, yet so much nearer;
Presence we treasured!
Being apart, you are still such a sweetheart;
Yes apart, together in heart.
Fresh is the feel!
Today we talk, matured we walk;
Circumstances we faced, negatives we erased;
Determination was the same!
Uncertain of the tomorrow, today I feel;
You wake me up and bring a zeal,
Dozens of tomorrows, even if years unexplained,
Next time I see you I will still feel the same!
Copyright © Anusha Rhoda | Year Posted 2015
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Love can’t be Spoken, for it is deep in Action;
Love stops the Brain, Makes life a Gain.
Love learns to Give, all the bad deeds to Forgive;
Love yearns for Warmth, it is a feel of a new Birth.
Love involves us to Reflect, the things we should Correct;
Love brings a Smile, which helps us go an extra Mile.
When this love you Feel, also the pain you have to Deal;
Remember to Forgive, for it’s yours to Live!
Copyright © Anusha Rhoda | Year Posted 2015
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What you see is what you tend to need;
What you hear is what you aspire to have;
What you believe is what fascinates you to take a step.
I saw Love, I wanted the same;
I heard fantasies of Love which I aspired to have;
I believed he was the one, I took a step.
That’s all I needed to know, it’s all I aspired to have;
For I left to reason, what he saw was not as mine to save!
He saw me as a fun loving girl to a matured woman;
Woman one of a kind!
Where looking at men is a bad; talking to men folk a crime.
That’s woman to be one of a kind!
Expected to understand; put down your heads as per command!
To be a woman one of a kind…
Show all the love, accept all the acts yet within feel so ignored.
Woman to be kind…
Shut the emotions, open to sacrifices: life like he gives;
Now this is the perfect woman he needs!
Being killed for what I am, doomed all the dreams and desires;
Is what it takes to be a woman that kind?
All this with so much more I stand to bear;
For I have seen love that can only give its best.
Quest for happiness I have stopped;
For I have started to grasp glee in what I cropped…
Copyright © Anusha Rhoda | Year Posted 2015
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