Sitting, listening to symphony,

Which can’t be heard by anyone,

But me.

It’s inside, deep in.

Don’t dig this red mud too deep,

That instead of my feelings,

My story, my heart,

You just wound me more and leave,

It void, blank and empty,

Delusioned and darker and din…

Don’t try to hark the harps.

Don’t. ©Err1585


I’m a Falling Star

Falling from the stars,

Shining and embracing songs

Of these unfaithful winds,

That I know, will go away,

Once I’ll fickle and fall and die;

I’m a star, beyond this Earth,

And will keep burning,

Till I’ll die.

You see only my bliss, and beauty,

Falling, scars, entailing aura and joy.

I’m actually burning with passion,

To change, be better and cry tears of smiles;

I’m a star beyond this Earth,

And will keep burning,

Till I’ll die. ©Err1585

On love and expression

And how to express
the transparency of my love,
it’s purity and it’s truth for you.
The structures and concrete,
have made it so fake and bolted.

Hey… Do look between the lines
and silence of mine;
For no, I’ll not explain,
I’ll just say it with my being.


… Go with the flow

The void of my heart
Got filled with your presence;
All those whom I wanted to give into,
Said goodbyes
And see for what?
For leaving me for you.

But look how notorious
Is this nature;
You need me but don’t want me
And so here I sit smiling,
Looking at the past me,
Who used to say with pride,
That when I’ll make one,
It will happen just once,
And will be just one,
Perfect one,
Who will want me forever,
For me, and not anything.

You need me that way,
But look how notorious
Is this universe;
You just don’t want to say,
‘Evermore I’ll stay.

But I’ll no more paint,
The desires of getting one,
Fantasies of getting you,
Say, fine, and let it go.
No, I’ll not sit depressed again,
Waiting again,
For “Yes! I got the perfect I told you.”
Because you know,
No one is perfect;
Life is tide of desirable catastrophe;
You only desire to make it complicated,
Because complicated is what makes you
See the phases of emotional rainbow
But hey, you’ll never say.
Life’s amazing with confusions.
And it’s good. It’s good.
But I’m so clear on points now,
And sadly I’ll say to you,
I’ll not wait anymore and getting back
To oldest me,
I’ll say I’ll walk strong alone.

I consoled you correct, don’t worry friend,
Never search for perfect one,
It will come to you itself,
When the need of time will be so.


… Transparency

Turning the pages,
Reading, grasping it all,
Stressed she played down,
Her life out,
Too alone to be helped.
The devil awakes,
Between the goods,
And she ends up,
With heart crying regret.
Hands to friends,
Mother, father and brother and sister…
All those you wish to name;
Not a servant,
A young bliss,
With blooming petals,
Rusting them as she tenderly caress.
Too alone to be saved.
“Heart of gold, painted in ugly face”
People call her so,
“Beautiful she is”,
Sitting aloof, screaming quietude,
She works alone on
Mending her brain and character
Stuck in building of concrete,
Hanging on the rope of,
“Good family, good girl is she”
… Veiling, ceiling, scratching
Her stress out,
Alone turning pages;
Intelligent and kind soul…
Just with little bag of some useless fantasies.
Not an animal, tamed so but by world,
Not with desire of defloration,
But love, care, happiness and slowly
she is rising through acceptance elevator
Rescuing herself from fake,
Steadily moving to originality;



Water dripping in bottle,
The filter working well.
The TV screen, seems
big and awesome;
sounds and colours,
all making feel bliss,
As the actors blossom.
The heater, saving from cold,
The room is cosy and
Nothing must be gruesome…
But grim, and dark,
I’m here,
still bored and anticipating
This life. © ritikapeace