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Skies are beautiful
They have clouds
But they still cry

Why wouldn't you?

You are beautiful
You have poems
You can cry too
Because crying is honesty to your emotions, and honesty is beautiful ;)
 Jul 2018 Keerthi Kishor
Some1
Today  with the coming of  sanity
her question is answered

Love is shelter
Love is soft wind
Love is peaceful silence
Love is family
"

Im out. Live  my own
 Jul 2018 Keerthi Kishor
Ary
red.
 Jul 2018 Keerthi Kishor
Ary
red.


i could acknowledge all colors except for one
can only point out two hues when finding the sun.
wouldn’t really bother if such shade was gone—
until i saw you under the perfect light, wearing one.

all pigments of purple dripped down to blue
exposing the shade i never thought i’ll have something to do.
it was never suppose to be pretty, to say the least.
but like a rose blooming on twilight—
it brought me ease.

in such color, you walked around like world was canvas.
bringing back what was lost in this devoid of mass,
from being subdue in grey & green, warmth was shed—
and it all started with just you wearing red.


— you make this world a beautiful place without even trying.
Survival is get up, eat and get ready for the day. Work, go home, do some mindless activity, get ready for bed  and sleep. Each day has the same structure, the same form.

Two things break me out of that; friends and books. Time with these fuels my heart to beat for more. More than day-after-day drudgery, more than simply fulfilling obligations.

With these, days are morning cuddles with my car and music that fills a peaceful house. They are short  laughing conversations with my co-workers, or the way the sunlight hits the rain-laden clouds during my commute. They are the little moments of breath-stealing beauty in a good novel or my siblings' jokes. They are the clean feeling after a shower, and the soft warmth that curls around my bones when I bundle into bed for the night.

And this is living.
You're my
Sweetest
escape

In a world
Full of chaos
And pain.

You're the sugar
To my bitter tea

The milk to
My coffee

My comfort food
When anxieties
Of life kicks in

The lullaby
During my
Sleepless night.

Happy song
When I'm
Feeling down

Ear plugs
During the
roaring thunder

Squishy pillow
To hug when
I miss home

The jazz music
To calm my
Troubled soul

And the stars
That companies
Me during
My lonely nights.

You're my
Sweetest escape
The world
Could have offer

S.S
 Jul 2018 Keerthi Kishor
J
Maybe
 Jul 2018 Keerthi Kishor
J
Maybe 10 years from today,
Maybe only 1 year away,
Or even just 1 day,
I will be able to say...
Words that should be said
POETRY-
Words written
To heal the wounds
From words spoken
 Jul 2018 Keerthi Kishor
Her
they tell me
i am so good
with words
that they melt
right onto the page
from my mouth

yet why is it

every time i
open my mouth
i never know the
right thing to say
or the right things to feel

i am trying to guess
what everyone
wants to hear
to give them
what they want

yet i never seem
to be successful enough
at that

only with a pen and paper
am i enough
because i am just me
not what everyone
wants me to be
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