Mystical_writer

The daylight faded in the cold,

Trees all shaded with cold,

The placid glassy water was ice cold,

The breath of the birds too, were cold,

The wind that blew was cold,

Tall trees had life within but to touch, were cold,

The dry forest floor was cold,

Leaves rustling on the soil were cold,

Everything became cold,

That day, the soul of the forest was cold,

For,

Words can not measure it's meaning lying deeper,

Something so powerful and sinister,

Also so soothing and calming,

Yet dangerous and terrifying

Loudest of all noises where words have no heat,

Sometimes, quiet enough to hear your heart beat,

Seven letters form a worthy word,

Upon which perplexed is the world

Sweet and splendorous a night,

Horrifying and haunting the other,

Dimmers the place full of light,

But to the dark it's a brother

They say it's a powerful music,

Perceptible to all, soft and soothing hence,

It's tranquility's pick,

Everything she knew remained unspoken,

The feelings of love remained untold

All of it was because she was broken,

And she just wished that he would be bold

Cold hands, numb eyes,

Two heartbreaks at midnight.

It had been a couple of weeks

And both of them well knew what goodbye means

She sat in the corner of the room trying to hide,

He sat in his closet inside.

Sad souls and wet eyes,

They say there will be a bright sun

They say everything will soon be fun.

Little do they know it's easier said than done

And that everything doesn't always fall under the sun.

They say it's alright and they're there for me

Little do they know that I lost my survival key.

It seems so dark and dense like the black sea

I'm scared but I'm scared to tell that to anyone so free.

God did send his son and he was crucified

But little does everyone know it's only from his side.

I feel scared so my prayers I do recite

Cold hands and sweaty feet,

troubled soul and a numb mind meet,

she's searching for hope to give her heat,

trying her best to sadness beat.

Eyes are teary,

her soul is weary,

she's trying to escape life's weather so sheary,

but she's troubled because she can't see clearly.

There's snow in the book of her life,

she's too tired, so she picks up the knife,

"I can't tolerate the strife"

speaks her soul, unable to fight.

"I wanna end me"

speaks her mind, unable to see,

how much far travelled has she,

"but this journey won't be long", cries her heart in plea.

Advancing in a slow pace,

moving towards the end of the race,

she throws the knife into the garbage space,

and slowly herself does she embrace.

Smiles cover her cool countanence,

self-love flows like a fountain,

atleast she climbed the giant mountain,

When the night becomes cold,

Just like my heart,

I just know one friend who will never be apart.

It hides sometimes here and there,

But I know that it will stay.

The clouds arrange in a beautiful pattern to give way.

It shines bright and beautiful and looks so golden,

People say it's a human,

No no, I say it's clearly no human!

They call it the moon.

I call it my best friend.

It understands me more than anyone,

It caresses me more than any soul,

For it smiles at me and I at it,

So that we both do not feel so lonely.

It glimmers it's shining face towards the earth,

hiding it's darker side,

Just as I do towards people beside.

A night spent on nature's lap,

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I am a teen girl. I am introverted, insecured, shy and self-conscious. I wake up in the morning, pick myself up and get my day started. No, I don't wear my makeup everyday. Makeup? For me it's just a lipstick. I have anxiety issues and I have dark sides and bright sides, just like a piano has black and white keys. I tune myself according to what others want, after all I'm a people-pleaser most of the time. I constantly worry about my future even though I can do nothing about it. There are nights when I just tear apart randomly, cry myself to sleep and then wake up the next day completely overwhelmed by the fact that I'm still alive. Sometimes, I have trouble breathing 'cause the pain becomes unbearable.

Other times, I just smile at the world and the world smiles back. I am the kinda girl you'll find staring at galaxies made of memories sewn together by me. I'm the kinda girl you'll have trouble understanding 'cause I don't open up to people. When I do, you're either my best friend or someone really special to me. I break apart and people break me a thousand times but I'm dumb enough to trust them again. I'm the kinda girl who will be with you at your darkest times and brightest moments but also who will never open up to you about my dark times. I'm the kinda girl, you'll find asleep at 11pm, but also the kinda girl you'll find staring out into the abyss of space at 3 am.

Me, I'm the kinda person you'll never want to fall in love with, although you may, just 'cause I speak too politely. I do so just to make sure I don't show anyone how so insecured I feel about everything. About me. Me, a teenager who just cries myself to sleep some nights and some nights who just blooms with joy 'cause the galaxies of her memories shine brightly rather than the usual sombre hue.

Wide and wonderful as our galaxy,

How deep and dusky it is, see!

They call it the ocean,

But I call it the aura of my emotions.

It looks like the sky for it has a wonderful hue,

Just as calm and cool as blue!

It's feelings form me,

For when I am enraged, so is she.

When I am delighted,

I see her brightened.

When I feel gloomy,

I find her waters oh so foamy!

She is my heart full of deepest secrets,

She has been sewed with blue silk carpets.

She has a ton of creatures inside her,

And always inside her is water stir.

Darkest days and brightest times,

Every moment she is faultless of crimes!

She has a heart of gold, pure and lustrous,

I wish I could put up a picture of her ever illustrious.

She is the aura of my emotions,

The big, blue, wide and wonderful ocean.

Why do I love the ocean?

Dear humans,

There was a time when we used to stay in harmony,

Together we made a wonderful symphony...

We gave you joy and were your subjects,

But then slowly, a sin inside you, something injects!

Why, oh why did you have to do this to us?

You burnt our houses and scattered our young ones from us!

You starved us to death,

you made us pay for our breath...

You burn us alive,

while we in frugal numbers thrive.

What oh humans did we do to you?

That you just cut us in two...

What oh humans was our fault?

That you kept us caged in tiny a vault!

You... You malignant creatures kill our children in front of our eyes,

Just so that your evil pleasure may arise

Are we not living beings,

Don't you think there's something that you are far far away from seeing?

Your old friends,

Animals.

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DESSERPED

I understand not this feeling of melancholy,

It's a usual feeling which hides it's countenance.

It feels painful and my heart cries for plea,

And in little time I lost my own defence.

Oh well my only wish is let me be me,

For once only, give me a sweet safe sense.

My heart roars louder than the waters at sea,

But the world will never know the pain so dense.

I just want a single person to agree,

That the uncomprehending pain is so immense,

It can kill all the glee.

The pain of death, I believe, is not that intense.

Happiness is something we all want for free,

I just wish I could deserve, the least to be it's scent.

I believe it's something I would have to pay a fee

This is a true poem out of my experience,

although I do not know how this became so mysterious.

We were in the town of Shantiniketan,

me and my school friends were taken there for fun.

Teachers and students, we all were gone,

for a three-day trip starting from December's dawn.

The first day went well,

it felt like we were in heaven (although the hotel was more like a hell).

the second day is what my poem speaks,

because on that day colour faded from my cheeks.

we went to a place called "Kala Bhavan",

and surprisingly one thing in my friend and me was common.

we both saw an old man's reflection,

or maybe we guess it was hallucination.

He sat with an "Ektara" instrument,

playing beautifully beside the monument.

Beside him were his black slippers,

then something happened within a blink if you'd consider.

As soon as we blinked,

he was there no more but just his slippers were linked!

We were perplexed,

thinking how could it ever have happened.

we blinked again,

and there he was staring at us then.

This was perhaps our hallucination,

Cool and tender,

these places have an undescribable splendor,

Some are white and chilly,

some are green and purely hilly.

Made of soil layers gathered on each other,

or made of rocks, from eruptions rather.

Full of gentles and steeps, folds and grooves,

just like our lives under the roofs.

Nature's wonderous creations these are,

wide and vast as the stars in the milky way afar.

So strong and so high,

some seem to be touching the heaven anigh.

Silver clouds cover their peaks,

while out of some a royal river leaks.

Beautiful and full of silence,

these mountains and hills erases mind's violence.

To everyone "admire silence" they teach,

People live in a world of 'ifs',

perhaps because they recieve less gifts.

Here's a tale that speaks out 'ifs' of a mirrorless world,

where people don't ever do things that are absurd...

'if i lived in a world without mirrors',

then maybe I would see things clearer.

I would be a lot happier,

for there would be nothing making me snappier.

I would never have thought about hating myself,

I would be in a better state than now of me myself.

Perhaps my life would be drastically better,

I would forget the imperfect 'me' and the soul inside her,

I would believe I was pretty,

without saying that I looked shitty.

I would have a lot of confidence,

never let anyone have over me dominance.

I would be a lot more bold,

saying that I was never to depression sold.

Only if I lived in a mirrorless world,

I would have never on my bed in sadness curled.

Only if I lived in a world non-judgemental,

Thousands upon thousands of stars,

they dwell too far.

Hiding under the daylight,

appearing in the glassy night

Assorted sizes and colours,

some are brighter, some are duller.

Ever endless and ever boundless,

they are scattered in a graceful mess.

Looking like diamonds these shiny dots,

some are in isolation, some are in clots.

Some are displayed clearly,

some are hidden by clouds so dearly.

Amidst the twinkling little jewels,

A shining cheesy moon too dwells.

Some days half and some days full,

It gives out vibes that make the soul cool.

Pure beauty is revealed,

Stresses and negativity are all concealed.

All sorts of sadness does die,

"I am Human"

"I am a woman"

"I am a man"

"I am a girl"

"I am a boy"

They say we have the right to love

And so I say love knows no limits

Love knows no colour

Love knows no gender

All that love ever knows and will know, is a soul

I say again, love knows no gender

Why then do some people speak against gays?

Why then, do some people judge lesbians, transgender and bisexuals?

I say it again, love knows no limits

Love and let love oh world!

This is the world full of souls of different chromas,

Don't differentiate just because...

"He's dark skinned", or..

"She's bisexual"

Oh, don't you think that if that person wasn't gay,

Your sister wouldn't have had been married to the man of her dreams!

Respect, I say, RESPECT them, for they are humans

Humans who have the right to love, speak and fight for themselves.

Happy pride month and much respect to the LGBTQ community