Submissions by dewdrop (Deepali)

The pink and orange hues of evening sky,
are beautiful yet sad, as all goodbyes.

With each breath, I can feel life’s fading out,
and hear myself, call out your name aloud.

An inverted "V", after a tough day’s test;
a formation of flock, heading to the nest.

Each morning glows, then grows to same old night;
the reason, my heart sinks at sunset sight.

The early morning flight of hope and pride,
shall culminate, when tired wings alight.

were we, God’s chosen particles
small light photons, emitting love
poetic marvels, who turned rivals

rich in love, we gave as beggars
where less was more, though not enough
were we, God’s chosen particles

as dialogues, we were hardly heard
unshed as tears, could not say much
poetic marvels, who turned rivals

as stars, we twinkled from above
lost our way, returning to earth
were we, God’s chosen particles

in awe of our own vibrations
chose space, over some relations
poetic marvels, who turned rivals

mystery...

Read few works of great poets and I’m so inspired,
how well they wrote of finding love and it’s grievous loss;
to write one such poem, has been my long desire,
then wonder, how I’d write of love, that never was.

Well, I can write about a star, disowned by the sky,
or bursting of a lonely cloud, it’s how and the whys;
can write about some flowers, ignored and left to dry,
or colors’ leap as rainbow, when flowers kiss the sky.

I can write about some people, their lies and deceits,
or cravings of few bonded souls, yearning to be free;
can write...

Sometimes
it rains words,
hurts and crucifies,
has the power of ice;

Sometimes
it rains love,
makes you hallucinate,
and you volunteer to die;

Sometimes
it rains silence,
thunders inside,
is potent enough to slice;

Sometimes
it doesn't rain,
and you preserve the hurt,
know love’s not coming again.