The way she would peek over the top of a blanket with an intense hunger in her eyes. She always had an insatiable appetite.
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I'll sneak into your dreams
And leave whispers behind
It's my way of entwining
My soul with your mind
Love me x
I wonder what's going to happen the day I'm let out of the cage I'm currently kept in. I can imagine myself flying around like a butterfly. I hope I don't die of happiness when I'm set free. That's how much I'm waiting to be freed. I want to live my life like all other women live. I don't even get to go out whenever I like to. Old man (uncle) restricts me. I don't remember when I last watched a cinema. Maybe three years ago. I finally lost interest in watching a movie even on my laptop or TV. I don't want to let my little desires die a tragic death. I want them to be alive. Someday I'll get an opportunity to fly. I'm sure! But then, I hope I don't come crying back to my cage. Lemme be optimis...
If only you couldstep inside my heart
for just a moment or two
you might be overwhelmed
by what I feel for you
Love, pure and simple love
that has no endand longs to hold you near
for now and forever;
for as long as we’re both here
I want to hold you close
I want to hold your hand
I never want to let you go;
you’re the best I’ve ever had
I want to protect you
I want to keep you safe
I never want to see you cry
or feel an ounce of pain
I want to see you smile
I want to make you laugh
I never want you to wish
for something other than what you have
I want to give you everything
I want to give you my all
I never want to give you less
than anything you want
Because it’s simple
my love for y...
in a world full of chaos
only his voice calmed her down.
When you walk down the road of life
You will fall down number of times
You will be bruised and bleeding
Sit down and cry for a while
But wipe your tears and start walking
You will have pitfalls on the way
Pull yourself out and march ahead
For you are strength incarnated my girl
You resurrect yourself every time
For you are the goddess herself
You have the power to create a life
You are not letting a pest destroy you
Get up and get going my child for
A beautiful world awaits you.
Why you do this?
You stare at me, like you can see through my clothes and its your right.
You comment on me, like I am piece of meat, served at your table.
You touch me, like you didn't knew, I ever stood there.
You talk about me, like am the latest gossip of town.
You deny my success, giving all the credit to my looks and not my efforts.
Tell me, why do you do this?
Have I done something wrong, something so bad, that you don't even consider me a human anymore?
You open your eyes,
The world around you is terrifying,
The image you’ve created in your mind is worse,
Immense fear riddles through you,
Like a bad itch you simply cannot reach,
You hide your panicked state,
You see they’re not scared,
So why are you?
Your mind is holding you prisoner,
With no set release date,
Your told you’re alone,
Your told no one will understand,
You believe this irrational fear is very real,
There is no escaping that,
Daily life becomes decapitating,
The natural things to fear slightly become petrifying,
Your mind did this to yourself,
How do you escape from yourself?
I let you back in because it was my choice.
I won’t beg for your attention.
I grow tired of the fights.
The door is open for you should you choose to speak.
I love you enough to let you be free.
I won’t allow my forgiveness to get the best of me.
Beyond the gleamy world of thoughts,
Among the one in the odd nots,
You're a land of sprouting words,
In a writer's prose, seldom found in lots
"Someday I'll love".
If I talk about myself ,I am more of an extrovert type.
I love partying , talking to few of my Friends, even making new ones,
Laughing and making people laugh.
I love Cuddles , I love capturing moments be it mine or of my friends.
I love dancing in rains , I listen to that one song like 50 times a day and still won't learn the lyrics.
I have my own rhythm , yes this is me and I'm growing everyday.
But sometimes you are not loved for what you are , you are being demanded THE CHANGES, which are not acceptable for you.
And strange thing is that these changes are demanded by the purest of relations ( father/mother or both parents).
But you just can't get it.
No, it's a no.
ADORES MY INNER CHILD
UNDERSTANDS MY FLAWS
LOVES MY LUST FOR LIFE
CRAWLS INSIDE MY MIND
LIGHTS THE FIRE IN MY SOUL
SHE IS THE ONE!
I always thought of myself as a romantic person who craved for candle light dinners, evening walks and ball dances. But when I heard Harvey casually say, "You know I love you Donna" and saw his pained eyes, I realized that I'd rather be the Donna to a Harvey, than having the perfect love story I had always dreamed of.
You may enter
A poet’s life
As a person
But you will
As a poem.
- Ruby Dhal
Bare with me honey,
And birds of the sky
Humming to my
I don’t close in
This times that fold
Up like towels
I don’t fall in
This love that only
Blow-dry my heart
They all can see
How blind you make me
You come calling out for me
It’s not as easy
As your words they make it
And your actions defy it
Tell me, oh
Tell me, oh
Be easy, oh
Be easy on
My fragile state.
~Lervneie .S. Chenge