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Diamonds

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No, not diamonds, emeralds are much more fitting.

Emeralds dancing under an endless blaze,

Sparkling in the light while shining in the shadows.

A complex ballet of both strength and love.

 

…and pain.

Sorrow and Distraught. Anguish drawn from years of

Frustration. Get the lights, lock the door.

Observe, partake, change, leave.

 

Be it the pain, strength, or loneliness,

Eyes worth millions tell stories in silence.

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A DREAM IF YOU WILL

When we open our eyes to the world we can see her beauty everywhere.

from the colors of the trees to the birds that populate the air.

 

When we open our eyes to the world and see the beauty she imparts

We can’t help but feel joy in our souls and love within our hearts

 

When we close our eyes to the world…some of her vibrancy fades away

We begin to see the colors around us in quite a different way.

 

When we close our eyes to the world…we no longer see the beauty she imparts

We allow prejudice to touch our souls and hate to invade our hearts.

 

I believe our eyes all start out equally…free to see beauty everywhere…

urging all of us to feel the joy…and love that floats upon the air.

 

Sight is a fragile sense, however…and so easily we can lose it

depending on those around us…and how we’re taught to use it. 

 

But even if we’re taught in such a way our eyes become impaired…

There is a silver lining…for sight can be repaired.

 

Which leads to a hope…a dream if you will…that one day all our minds will be free

that prejudice will fade into the past…when we are again taught how to see.

 

When we again open our eyes to the colors all around us 

again look out on the world and see

the beauty in our differences…

 

the beauty in our diversity.


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Cry In My Sleep

 

 I Lost My Ability To Cry
I'm Hurting So Much
I Feel Hurt
I Feel Pain
I Want To Cry
But Theres Not Tears
Theres No Emotions
Hold Me Please


Because I Can't Feel My Arms
I Can't Feel My Legs Anymore
I Feel Like Crying
But I'm Dying In My Sleep
Waking Up With Dried Up Eyes
I Don't Remember Crying
I Don't Remember Sleeping
Chill Runs Through On My Skin


Crying Out In Pain
I Wish I Could Cry
For My Body Can't Take It Anymore
Is This What It Feels Like
Why Must I Feel So Cold
Why Must I Feel So Emotionless
Pieces Of My Heart
Tears In Pieces


I Wish Again
I Could Cry
Just Once More
If I Could Hold You
If I Could Hug You
And Tell You One More Thing
I Just Want To Cry
I Want To Cry On Your Shoulder

 

 

Spotlight

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My Everything

You stood in the doorway 

The frame smiled

At the taste of your skin

Your hair

Longer

My eyes

Not hiding

My jealousy 

Of the white soaked wood

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Even when you think I'm not looking, I am. Your forever in the spotlight.

In your eyes

      In your eyes

when first we spoke you called me beautiful 

but the turmoil i was in made me doubtful

my soul was heavy with my silent cries

but you kept trying said i was worth it in your eyes

my heart was shattered in pieces on the ground

to you i was special but to me that couldnt be found

but you never gave up and slowly i began to realize

that i saw in you what you saw in me in your eyes

you made me feel special right from the start

that was a feeling i didnt want to part

 in your arms will feel like home i do surmise 

we'll look into each others eyes and see loves reflection in our eyes

Zoey cup

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this one about what I felt when I first met my NISA. ( NIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR )

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Galactic Love

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My Everything

The weight of your eyes

Are upon me.

I cant help but be transparent. 

You undress me 

Without my clothes ever falling

You discover bits of me

Like Im all the stars in your galaxy

Day after day 

Our universe grows larger

I am the black hole

Bringing you in and never letting go

Taking you places

That dreams never dared

It creates a story in me...

With your satiny hairs,

You amble without a normal foot.

But with a pristine look,

Your big eyes shines luminously.

Dear, Maybe people call you a handicap,

I call those bullocks a madcap.

Interestingly, what, I am a handicap mentally, here I reveal.

Everyday I fight inside the close door when night falls.

A few days ago your eyes have cried a lot,

Let me clear here, you are a daring person.

It gives me a reason to fight with his servants openly.

You are a bizarre, I don't know you Monica Sharma.

Though we did not shook our hands at all,

But whenever these eyes squints you,

A new story creates a History...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Its very weird we do not know each other but still can relate my past with you and your name itself was a blow to me. This write is not for sympathy but my respect towards you of what you are. Though you are not different but extraordinarily different in your swag.

Kisi apne ki yaad dilati hain aap..

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Your Seductive Eyes

When in your seductive eyes I look,


I get lost into another world at once!


A kind of utopia I find myself in!


I feel outright dumb and dunce!


 

Stop being so tempting ever!


Or else I may have a heart attack!


Even if I fail to own your heart entirely,


I would like to behold you in each flashback!


 

Your pretty eyes call me near,

 

To me your gorgeous eyes are so dear!

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​Song Of The Stable Boy

On the far away empty island
In that ancient cottage
Veil of the night covers the face of the land.
 
As you keep looking out of the window
At the moon and clouds making the shape,
like an arrow of foam with a silver bow.
Surrounded by the trance of nostalgia.
And behind the worn curtain,
I secretly am filling all the jars with,
sweet wishes and pinkish desires.
Now it’s time to change the climate of your heart.
It's time for you to turn around.
And make some loud amazement's sound.
As I open the jars,
filled with fireflies.
As they fly spread inside the dark room.
And fill your face with surprise.
So you could fill lightning bugs,
into the lake of your eyes.
Smelling the petrichor after rain of sparkles,
I take your hand and we keep couple dancing.
So I could look into the world,
behind the curtain of your eyes.
 
All these dreams and fantasies are no ordinary,
but sometimes stable-boy find's his Cinderella.
Because sometimes, "Dreams do come true."