Gayatri Kumar;
Touch and taste; and that's your life.
[Literature work is mine, unless claimed otherwise.]
Theme made by Max davis.
What We Write
With despair,
It is easy
Frame it in ink
Crumble it up
Splat it on paper
With happiness,
It is harder,
You can be can concise
Concise about, obvious feelings
But then there are feelings you don’t have the name for,
You can feel them
You cannot express them
Then in between
Shapes the unfamiliar sign of poetry
It is written
With simple words
To express compound things
The stories
The memories
Will be of the farthest
But they will not fail to come close
Et tu, Brute?
[This writing is in submission of Julius Caesar’s assassination; Point Of View writing.]
Golden weather
You embrace the people of Rome
Their sentiments are pure
But they are lost
If you dare meet my eyes,
A barrier will begin to build,
If you strike, clean and sharp
I will be wounded in the fathom of my flesh
The profound of your eyes
Play a reflection of an exhausted, dying man
An act so cool,
They wither unaffected
We were bound this, in the end
Show support,
You may,
But you have finally forgiven your impatience,
I regret this tragedy,
I cannot forget this tragedy
It is all so simple,
That now I am gone,
Yet you are still so sure
You can live,
And if you can,
The tragedy is yours.
Two Lost Souls
Every single tear of yours is so beautiful
Everything terribly sad about you is so beautiful
You can tell me all your stories
and fall from the rage in your stomach
Speak of goodbyes
And the change you fear
How you can’t
How you won’t
Just keep on going
Because every single tear of yours is so beautiful
Everything terribly sad about you is so beautiful
I’ll be there.
Greetings.
The words are burning my rage, spitting wisdom into the creaks of my head. Teaching me arts of the war. Your words are mine, but our tongues speak so differently.
