#romasays

I'm trying to hide

with eyes that are screaming my cries.

In the crowd of thousands,

"You are different", for once I said.

But the broken fragments of mine are now piercing me to infinite.

The dance we did under the shed of the rainy sky

and now, it's thunder bolting me inside.

Your whispers hunting me down

and the apocalypse under your breath,

The crows flying over my path

and doves marching with their torn feathers.

See how far we have come

and it's so hard to say goodbye.

The nighttime and the cityscapes are the reason for my haunted awake.

I see myself and the waves inside my eyes.

The liability you proved me

and your poison inhaling me quietly.

It was in the search of solace, I found you

It's 3 am in the morning

The moonlight has wrecked its shadow

The clouds mourning in grief,

and trees roaring in silence.

For stars lost their viability

and night sounds like a mess

I gazing at the top

and the hollowness I'm inhaling.

The melancholy darkness

searing me to the new moon,

for nights took the evil's phase

and the broken fragments are all left to say.

The suppression of emotions,

The upsurge of holding back your tears

You screaming it out

for the sphere where it's all dark, barren, and silence.

The moments that carved my heart-

When the nights marked my days,

When time seemed to lower its pace,

Now I staring in my loneliness

And brutal waves of my sensations

drowning me fast.

You are scratching,

banging

You are holding everything tight

For the mere nights that now rules your insight.

Ohh the tragic silence of your sheer existence

and the pyrrhic act of my bravery

Ohh the extant of nothing, but all false nights.

It was the setting sun of the rising March,

We once recited to pay it that way.

But it was the winter cold of January,

When we parted far away.

It was the soft mist of February,

When all was blue and grey.

But it was the warm breeze of July,

That brought you again on my current way.

It was the blazing sun of April,

We often talked about .

But it was the rain of August ,

My pain left me to shout.

It was the scorching drought of June,

When the dry trees blossomed out.

But it was the fall of September,

When I realized it was long before I was zoned out.

It was the emerald love of may;

I prayed for.

But it was the cold silence of december,

That led us into this war.

It was in the mid of October ;

the musty blanket I wore

But it was the rage of november,

we never cared for.

Tagging my moots -

Wonderland.

You ain't hailing a wonderland.

You dreaming, your nights haunting

You see it's raining,

and sometimes it's all cracked up.

For flowers ruining

and ashes burning

I see you sobbing as the nights glowing.

You tremble, you suffocate

your own burden keeps you in vain.

For a moment you think,

for a moment you feel the warmth

But everything ace the game

and your eyes are forever alone.

That utter silence says a lot

and yet we crave for it.

Bleeding the same,

but mourning on our own self

Ohh you pushed them away

but the loyals never came back.

In the quest of finding someone else,

you find your own self

and inspite of proving your eternity

It's all the despondence they left for you.

You hearing the voices

You are torn out with their whispers,

the roaring grew louder

but you are still reciting.

Hopeless hopes, the wandering phase

Your mind a total torture

Your heart puts you in this cage.

Bleeding lies and broken smiles

Ohh it's the wonderland you ain't hailing.

You broke someone's heart for your peace, for your happiness and than you realise it's just all empty. The Peace and Happiness you have craved has gone forever.

People out there making you feel like it was always you ; kills your insides. You are drowned in the guilt, you are just blaming your own self.

You're in pain and crying.

But for what?

Because when you realise it was never you ,it was them hunting you down and you are right for you chose your happiness... It's just too late, 'cause you no longer feel anything.

let me starve for breathe

for you are my comfort,

could i request a poetry on insecurities in a relationship please?

thank you <3

Flashing back to days when you were with me.

The sleek waves of sunken emotions

drowning me in-

The heavy heart and the lunar's part,

I see the same

The fence of thorns, scars adorned.

Sun rose from West,

east lost it's whence.

The moments we carved,

broken and they fall apart.

Blurred memories,

but still it haunts.

The web of lies I spiked,

for you were dipped in your stained vibes.

I fell apart

Abrading and rusting the ground

The convincing upsurge of your barriers

And the flimsy act of bravery I showed

Ohh wasn't your words I ran for?

Perhaps the gazing on the moon was an eye on me.

Ohh every knock on my door

and my pleading for you to stop

The tranquility I found in you,

But pardon me

'Cause I burnt in ashes

For my every beat you felt wrong.

I meant to look forward,

but the eerie sounds of your insecurities

dragged us down.

Ohh the last autumn leaf,

I waited to fell

'cause it seemed the approaching spring

was too hard to get.

The days I thought it was usual

But the deeper I drowned,

it was hard to forget.

The hands I craved to be held

and my heart mourned to be felt.

It's the binding cuffs,

and the cage you locked me in.

Ohh dear it was all for you,

All of mine.

So finally a piece after so longgg... Thank you @ohlorde for requesting this. ❤

“Tell me the story about how the Sun loved the Moon so much he died every night just to let her breath.”

-unknown

The Sun and the Moon.

Far distant the time,

The wheel turning

The eruption rupturing

Maybe the emerging seems welcoming.

The beginning i say,

for the ending to start again.

The fierce and burn one hails

The calm and passive other says.

The queen of the night

And the king of the daylight,

the tranquility they maintain

Ohh the love story we all proclaim.

For no one expected

The compromise they made

It's all the 12 hours play.

For he lends her his light and shine,

and she being calm rules the night bright.

Miles separates them

But see the brightest, the ignite of dusk and dawn.

Stars twinkling, stars hiding

They night watching her

Ohh how someone can resist such refinement?

For they delineates her

And see the star he himself became.

From the mount of Olympus

To die Erde

Their stories still revolves.

The Sun and the Moon