Colossal

I hear not the whisper, my memory making me wince,
Of those few words, moments long lost in wilderness.

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Straight, cloudy, road and sky,

I tear my heaven to know if it’s you.

Your shine, paused with ample happiness,

I fear my eye, fate if I come see you.

 

I paint back from past, things, chats,

New like a pinch of fairy on my cheeks.

I fly out of my mind, towards you,

Off where you begin, the world ends.

 

I hear not the whisper, my memory making me wince,

Of those few words, moments long lost in wilderness.

I wish not to bring it back, but bear fruit for today,

Whose seeds time sown years before this today.

 

I’m now out in open, dark land,

Easy it seems, looking at sunlight, you.

Overfilling my pain, your happiness,

Your hopping body and motionless time.

 

Seeing you if I can make it possible,

I’ll get wind of this crawler, me.

I lift my spirits not in pray, but in convention,

I’ll look for me and then I look for you.

I Shall Go! 

To Make It Harder, I Shall Breath.

‚ÄčThis place,

I shall keep it warm,

And I shall not go, till it gets dark. 

First day,

Summers those were, 

Stinking summer was I .

I stepped into oblivion, 

Lifting the oblivion aside. 

I learnt to live, 

Learning was living itself. 

And I shall laugh now, 

For all learnt and all lost. 

You were there,

I feel those bumps, 

Your voice gave me.

I learnt you were mine, 

But never meant for mine. 

Last day,

It’s that day again, 

Stinking summer besides. 

And I shall laugh now, 

For that single glance you gave.

I saw it not, 

To keep it alive in mind. 

This time shall learn, 

You were meant for mine. 

I hear people laugh, 

See them cry. 

It’s what they learnt,

Meant for dying. 

I shall not believe,

What I see.

To make it harder, 

I shall breath. 

You,

And I shall follow, 

What’s in me.

Will that keep me, 

On dangers hollow? 

Still I’m here, 

Waiting. 

Mind that, 

I shall not wait, 

Forever. 

Tomorrow shall be mine, 

You shall come. 

Else I won’t be here, 

This dark will come. 

~ Yetesh Sharma @thewritersage