Maybe too complex to be defined by words,
Smiles so bright that hides the misery.
Maybe too deep to be understood,
An open book yet still a mystery.
Maybe the sentence unread by readers,
Always the poet, never the poetry.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
i covet to see my father’s face
an age ago,
when his arms were chosen my place
he watched me rise
in my heart, i fought, i grappled
how he made me in his thoughts.
was i different?
what he hide behind his ribs?
what words do he stash behind his lips?
i oath to privy,
......
The road i shall walk
Is now all beautiful than usual
The roads that hold' my memories
Are prettier than usual
It too knows that soon i am gone
Gone for the crime i have never done
I now face the harsh truth of the crooks
Which i shall never have had too
Oh god have a mercy upon me
The one who should be
......
Why does it feel so right,
Yet so wrong!
Why does it feel so weak,
Yet so strong!
Why do I want to,
Stay in those arms!
Why do I need you,
To make me calm!
Why do I want to,
See my face in those eyes!
......
Clear the vision,
The Hope we feel,
For Some reason
We choose hell.
OH, The vision
OH, The hope.
Touch the cloud
Become a Bird
......
Looking back through the memories
Watching my younger self wishing to be older
"I'll be one of the adults, I'll be so cool"
Oh my dear younger self you're such a fool.
From sitting in sunshine for hours to living in dark room
Trying to find the happiness I left behind
Managing anxiety trying to calm my always running mind.
I wish I was eight years old again
......
Maybe too complex to be defined by words,
Smiles so bright that hides the misery.
Maybe too deep to be understood,
An open book yet still a mystery.
Maybe the sentence unread by readers,
Always the poet, never the poetry.
-Aditi Hayaran (Larkspur)
The road i shall walk
Is now all beautiful than usual
The roads that hold' my memories
Are prettier than usual
It too knows that soon i am gone
Gone for the crime i have never done
I now face the harsh truth of the crooks
Which i shall never have had too
Oh god have a mercy upon me
The one who should be
......
Oh god, turn me into a flower.
So I can find my home in the rain.
No longer lying awake,
wondering if I've soaked in the sun enough that day.
Turn me into a flower.
A yellow one, quitly bright.
So I can be picked,
without pretending to be anything more.
......
i covet to see my father’s face
an age ago,
when his arms were chosen my place
he watched me rise
in my heart, i fought, i grappled
how he made me in his thoughts.
was i different?
what he hide behind his ribs?
what words do he stash behind his lips?
i oath to privy,
......