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Swathi Mohan Poem
In every heavenly sip of forbidden ambrosia lies a drop of mortal poison
In every beautiful moment of unmasked laughter lies a trace of undissolved pain
In every loyal promise of forever and after lies a lie of concealed fear
In every cherished memory of stunning victory lies a breath of veiled failure
In every cold silence of desperate eyes lies a casket of unspoken words
And in every contented heart of happiness lies a million unhealed scars still bleeding.....
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She opened her fragile eyes only to see a tensed face,
Anxiously staring back at her, as if in a daze.
She danced in her tiny frock, without a worry in the world
She was after all a four year old bundle of joy, yet to face the difficulties hurled.
Growing up wasn't as easy as she had thought, just another eight year old
Occasional fight with mom, still young and servile.
She was now thirteen, crying, breaking, struggling to cope
Unexpected quagmires on the way left her desperately holding on to a vanishing ray of hope.
She turned eighteen, the debris of her once beautiful life underneath her feet
Every fragment of the shattered mirror portrayed her sunken eyes, the pain was bittersweet.
Twenty now, and their callous words still echoed within the steel bars of her heart
When did it get so complicated?she whispered softly, as she saw her life fall apart.
She was twenty five already; with bleeding hands she slowly picked up the scattered pieces, but now she was sure
She would not look back, and for the first time act brave and mature.
She promised herself to never believe their cruel words again
Bullies will always be bullies, it's time to forget the pain.
She learnt to dance in the rain, learnt to laugh again
She learnt to throw her hands around and live like a child again.
Life is beautiful but short, so never say never
Live it to your fullest, forever and after
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Her dark soul glowed under the glimmer of his eyes, and her walls crumpled into smokeless ashes. Her withered dreams blossomed into amber buds of hope and her heart thawed the frozen ice that had numbed her body. His one touch lighted up her shattered world and neon lights decorated the voids in her soul.
She was beautiful.
But she masked her screams under cigarette smoke and painted bloody sketches of death on her fragile arms with crimson tears. But that day, under the moonlight, she saw a piece of herself inside his eyes. She saw metaphors. She saw faded agony.
And she understood.
She realised that he had had a broken heart too.
But he never gave up. She did.
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Even though the bipolar raindrops abuse the defenceless, muddy ground
Even though every raging droplets pierce the rugged skin of the soil like a knife
Even though each rain droplet that whips the mud scars it with unsaid secrets
Even though the rain caresses the fragile sand one minute and drowns it, in the other
Even though the rain is backstabbing lover that will forever be engraved in the land's crumpled heart
Even though the rainstorms are permanent markers incised in tears inside the earth's troubled soul,
The smell of the soil after the first raindrop's kiss is always beautiful.
Because they know, love isn't about perfection
It's about never letting go, even when you aren't happy,
even when the wounds never stop bleeding
For love is being for each other,
even when you know some memories can never be healed.....
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Swathi Mohan Poem
Drowning in a mirthless salty ocean of pitch black memories
Your chromophobic soul punctured with vibrant cobalt blue scars
Your bloodycrimson tears painted with dull shades of smiles and stories
My yellow sunshine veiled by the drowning ache in your stitched heart
That golden twinkle of wisdom in your soul fading away into oblivion
All the green shades of jealousy my palate of a face portrayed when your lips sketched her name
The orange cloud of happiness that trapped us within the fragile flames of fire
Playing with pink knives of love and swallowing the melancholy to remain sane
We smudged those neon colours into the white papers of the book of our doomed love
We go up in flames, we cry, we break, but let's stay together, right here right now.
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I'm standing amidst raging flames
But I'm drowning in an ice cold ocean
Even if the world goes ablaze
My soul stay forever frozen
B e c a u s e y o u a r e n o t h e r e
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