By Ananya Mishra
It's two blue ticks mocking,
With a Lucifer smile.
An "I don't know"
To a "what are we"
Feel it, touch it,
More real than
The blood oozing out.
Holding your own hand,
For warmth in the night
Crying moonbeams.
Estranged self and the
Spaceships are empty
Cardboard boxes again.
No.
Not darkness.
The absence of somebody
To share your light with.
It's words. Without soul.
And people. Without meaning.
It's "nothing."
It's a "let it be."
Awesome .. keep writing .,.
The poem is touching . very touching I would say . Because only I can understand those words. You would wonder why ? Because i was there. You have done great kid. From a “what were we” to a “what are we”.
A good piece of work , the description is great
It’s amazing to read your lines which speaks the eternal truth.
Your words has the power to make anyone alive.You deserve a round of applause ? .
Keep Writing ,Keep Smiling.
Happy Birthday ? .God Bless.
Ananya…this is beautiful…I still remember the beautiful story you told me once,which you had written yourself…didn’t know you were brilliant with poems too….keep writing my friend…beautiful this is
It’s absolutely beautiful. Congratulations bub?
It’s an absolute beauty!. ❤
That’s soooo beautiful ❤❤❤❤❤
Awesome..Very well explained.
I can see your journey ,
I can see that ride,
The by-product of your emotions,
I can sense the pain that you hide.
And the quest for peace is definitely your goal,
You feel you’re tortured but in-fact ,
you’re just a beautiful soul.
Perfection ❤️
Beautiful piece of poetry ?❤️
Beautiful ❤️
Good one ?
Good one?