Words of The Soul

       Words of the Soul


  "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found its words." -Robert Frost

Emotions are an indistinguishable part of humans, yet, they are inexplicable and poetry is like the silhouette of these emotions.

 Here are the selected poems. Happy reading!

 A DAUGHTER. 

                                 - Khushi Modi. 

 

Words come to me,

They play a symphony,
Pull unkown strings in my heart,
Saying it's just a start.

Laughing, playing, giggling she grew up,

Secretly urging for one true love, to find true self, to live it all up.
The darks of the big world, soon wore off their masks,
Once a bright ray of sunshine, now lost in the dark.

No longer she thought of love,

No longer she ought to find herself,
Engrossed in killing the day,
She sighed and hugged the night.

Hope was wiped out,
Feelings erased,
A bit of His cold dark heart, was all she ever feined.
He was adamant, he wanted her to hate him,
Little did he know, he stole the shine from her eyes, he stole the red of her cheeks.

Never did she ever complain!!
Was once he thought in his drunk mind.
He pushed her afar, threw her around, and clawed her body.
But she remained still, keeping it all within.

How could a heart be so cold?
Why would the only person to protect her, destroy her?
She silently prayed for him to find peace,
She held on to the idea of the once laughing man,
Who held her when she fell,
Who hugged her when she cried.

Stubborn she was,
What if he can't protect her,
But she will,
Afterall,
The bond is what keeps her alive.
Afterall love is all about giving she says,
He did his part before,
Now it was hers.
To love her lost father. 

Till he released his last breath,

By a bottle of brandy,

Half full in debt, 

He closed his eyes, 

And thanked the hell fires, 

He knew he failed her, 

When she thought she failed to protect him, 

And leaving the world, 

Became his last piece of peace

 Colour to My Monochrome

                                          -Shrey Agarwal

Everything before you was a monochrome
What I saw in the world was either black or white
It did not change
Even when I looked left and right

But the moment you entered
Colours sprung to life
I gained some respite
From this deathly strife

What I perceived as black 
Was blue to you 
How to see the world
You taught me anew

You hailed from another one
One bathed with warm light
But dared to enter one
Covered in eternal night

The night that once fell here
Never stoof up to make a day
But twisted as I was
You were hell-bent to find a way

The efforts that you took
Knew no human bounds
In the cold ghastly cave
Your words would resound

Are you not coming to the place
Where I will lie in wait
I will make sure to fill colour 
In your monochromatic portrait

All will be taken and all will be given
All you need to do is simply ask
Because you do need to in front of me
Put up that false mask


 

                                                  Mind Fever

                                             -Aishwarya Sanghvi

 She used to have the exam fever, year after year after year after year until, one day, it didn't strike her; turns out, it had stayed.

The temperature in the thermometer didn't rise, but her hands and feet did tremble and sweat. 

Her head didn't feel warm or hot but her mind was a fiery inferno instead.

Her body moved smoothly, but she could hear the bones inside her crack. 

Her eyes weren't watery but she felt like she was drowning down an unknown track. 

Her nose wasn't blocked but the blood in her veins didn't flow.

She didn't see anything clearly, but felt so yellow.

Her eyes didn't turn red but the cuts on her wrist did screech. 

Her head didn't ache but her heart, oh her heart sat on the heaviest chair, tied up by the tightest ropes, fell deep into the ocean and got lost, out of everyone's reach. 

 But no, it wasn't fever because the degrees didn't increase but she felt like she was dislodged from a crosspiece.