Futile search

I search I search 

For pieces of me that I’ve left 

In places and people that brought me no good

Where promises of love were only falsehood.

I search I search

For the girl who believed in fairy tales

Who saw the good in people, to no avail. 

I search I search 

For the goodness of her heart 

However, for her sanity to remain, her humanity had to depart.

I search I search 

For her share of love, 

Little did I know, love wasn’t written in her destiny, by the Gods above. 

(C) Sneha P [Rights Reserved] 

Advertisements

Something I forgot I had

Here is my take on today’s prompt: Jiggle

Image result for dusty old book

 

Like a dusty old book,

the one you haven’t given a second look.

That has been lying in cupboard,

the one you vaguely remember reading, but can’t recollect a word.

The one you forgot you had,

but now that you see it, it makes you a little sad.

Certain emotions, I was sure I’d never again feel,

But one look into your eyes, and my heart was yours to steal.

Maybe it was the way your curls covered your forehead,

Or the fact that the book of my heart, was tired of being unread.

But one warm embrace was all it took,

for you to reopen, this dusty old book.

You came along and jiggled

the pile where lay neatly stacked away emotions.

I can’t help but go wherever my heart takes,

Knowing very well, this story too, will end in heartbreak.

 

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

 

Devastation

Devastation

Not just furious flames,

but a tiny spark is enough

to burn your world down.

Not just violent winds

even a soft breeze

can make you shiver.

Not just weapons,

words can tear you apart too.

Not just words,

silence can hurt your heart too.

Not just the ocean,

sorrow can drown you too.

Not just poison,

your thoughts can kill you too.

Not just the monsters under the bed,

but the ones in your head, can haunt you too.

Not just an apocalypse,

but sometimes love, is enough for destruction too.

Not just hate,

but apathy can be devastating too.

 

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

 

 

 

The Holidays

As the white snow covered the ground underneath,

The weight of memories comes crashing down,

I find it hard to breathe.

The twinkling lights were too bright,

But the darkness dominated the night.

The warmth of the coco

could not warm your cold heart,

Even my love’s passion failed to do its part.

You murmur as you shove aside the mistletoe,

‘A kiss can make you fall in love,

And I have no emotions, don’t  you know?’

As the laughter fills the air,

There is only one thing for which I care.

To hold you tight once again,

Ah! The holidays bring too much pain.

 

 

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

Regrets

Discover

Crumpled pieces of paper

lie in the corner,

Poetry I wrote for you,

What a waste, if only I knew.

What’s worse is my crumpled heart,

Broken promises and a friendship that fell apart.

As I burnt myself in love’s destructive fire,

Consumed by pain, longing, and desire

You whiled away in your palace of apathy,

The notion that you had human emotions, was a fallacy.

The heart-wrenching pain has finally subsided

A dull ache remains, of a love unrequited.

The butterflies I got on seeing you, have finally died

Darling, finally I’ve discovered, love, will never suffice.

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

Save me again

Urgent

I was drowning in the sea of feelings,

You came in the form of my healing.

You taught me to breathe again,

by telling me not feel, pleasure or pain.

Tragically, you never taught me how,

And I am left drowning for good now.

Your heart was luckily made of stone,

However, mine decided to call it home.

I wait for you to come back patiently,

But my heart aches for yours urgently.

I wait for you to save me again,

Only this time, you are the cause of my pain.

 

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

Stuck in a loop

Here’s my entry for this week’s Three Line Tales

tltweek35

I stood there looking into your charcoal eyes, as you took a half-reluctant step towards me, the leaf crumbled beneath your feet, I apprehensively took a step back.

You slowly but swiftly picked up something and shot an arrow right at me, sucking out my life force, before I could run, I wonder if you realised that it’s me and that we were destined to meet again in this lifetime, only for you to destroy me completely….again.

This time as a cruel hunter apathetic to the agony of a beautiful deer, in the previous life as an indifferent lover, impervious to my emotions.

 

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]