A New Day, A New Poem
Peek into my poem book and in turn, my mind. Enjoy!:D
Monday, December 31
Twins Of Fortune
Little brown eyes,
Skipping tiles,
Weathered shoes,
Lips to the flute,
Tattered clothes,
But heaven's notes,
A telling smile,
Without guile,
Carefree life,
Passes by,
Spoilt child,
Unruly, wild,
Sad brown eyes,
Linking unknown ties,
Beautiful house,
Without home,
A heavy sigh,
But lonely night,
He cries,
Tears not dried,
Two lives,
So apart,
Intertwined,
Broken hearts,
Fate stares,
Destiny tears,
Colour from black,
Music from notes,
Ocean from tears,
Q from U,
But I guess they always knew.
Monday, November 26
Bleed Love
Your heart is bleeding love,
Bleeding love for me.
A distant voice inside cries,
Cries to be rescued.
You take me into your arms,
Your cozy and warm arms.
My heart now cries no more,
Instead it bleeds love like you.
-Micah
Monday, September 24
The Moon
He’d come home,
asked for her hand,
Promised her
father, that he'd never leave her side.
He hadn’t wanted
to go, held her tight,
But his nation
needed him, needed him to fight,
He made her
promise, to never allow tears in her eyes.
They made the
full moon their anniversary,
Every fortnight,
at midnight was their time,
A ritual that
kept them together, forever tied.
Barefoot, at
night, she looked at the sky,
He was guarding
a military camp, but he saw it too,
That one moment,
distances were gone, she was by his side.
Blanket draped
and nursing a coffee, she waited at the porch
For the man she
loyally and eternally loved,
Had a picture of
him, that she would hold close to her heart,
His voice would
whisper to her, as his hands caressed her hair,
He'd kiss her forehead
and she'd sleep in the arms of a man who wasn't there.
There was blood
on his shoes, bodies by his side,
Sometimes when
it became too much, he'd sob quietly into the night,
He wanted to be
in her arms, feel her warmth again,
He wanted to
escape the hate around him and love her once more,
When he couldn't
sleep, when nightmares invaded his dreams,
He’d take out
her prized ribbon; he’d sleep imagining that she was near.
The moon still
gives them hope, something for the future,
Every fortnight,
they look toward the mediator of their love,
Cool white rays
of light; they remove the darkness of their night.
- Micah
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Friday, August 31
Scarlet Grace.
The rain stings your face
as you scream into the night
hands held up, you fall to your knees
break free girl, of these chains so tight.
Death holds you by the throat
pins you down and bullies you
all you need, is scarlet grace
from the tree of Golgotha, to renew.
To save you, he was speared
As thorns bore into his skull torn
he chose to go to hell for you
than remain without you in heaven.
Light pours from his bleeding scars
joy and happiness to fill you now
this is all he ever knew
to save, forgive and love you.
So have hope, keep believing
you are everything to him.
-Micah
Tuesday, August 28
Free?
Atop that tree,was a tiny parrot
with wings that were beautifully shown
Humble and happy
she always sang a merry note.
But There he came, armed with a gun
so awestruck by her beauty
pinned her neck and held her tight
and took her home in a cage, so glossy.
Poor parrot!
she tried to soar away
to feel the wind in her face
to be free again
She was fed and nourished
on food and water alone
but her heart still wanted to smell the trees
to catch another worm all alone
Days passed, she kept no count
as her body wasted away
all her former glory was now,
a shadow, dark and silent with nothing to say
He pitied her state,
and let her go
told her to fly away
Dazed, she just didn't know
She'd forgotten to fly
Forgotten to live
Freedom meant nothing now
she walked back into the cage, her last breath to give.
with wings that were beautifully shown
Humble and happy
she always sang a merry note.
But There he came, armed with a gun
so awestruck by her beauty
pinned her neck and held her tight
and took her home in a cage, so glossy.
Poor parrot!
she tried to soar away
to feel the wind in her face
to be free again
She was fed and nourished
on food and water alone
but her heart still wanted to smell the trees
to catch another worm all alone
Days passed, she kept no count
as her body wasted away
all her former glory was now,
a shadow, dark and silent with nothing to say
He pitied her state,
and let her go
told her to fly away
Dazed, she just didn't know
She'd forgotten to fly
Forgotten to live
Freedom meant nothing now
she walked back into the cage, her last breath to give.
-Srivalli and Micah
About the Co-Author:
Srivalli (or Srivalli di) is an aspiring software designer currently located at Hyderabad. She writes the most soul-touching poetry, I've found in her a sister, a friend, a heart-sharer and a pillow. Do check her poetry at
About the Co-Author:
Srivalli (or Srivalli di) is an aspiring software designer currently located at Hyderabad. She writes the most soul-touching poetry, I've found in her a sister, a friend, a heart-sharer and a pillow. Do check her poetry at
She'll blow your head away i promise :D
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