What colour is it?
A wounded badge; stained clothes,
half dead souls of yours and mine
the child’s cry, or the mother’s agony.
Imparting pain to thy brother.
Its bleeding red...

What colour is it?
For a soldier’s last breath
seeking peace, heaven and God.
Someone asking him to walk that alley,
turn left and climb the winding staircase
to the Father, pleading for forgiveness.
Alas! It’s too late
to knock on heaven’s door.
It’s serene white.

What colour is it?
A lil bird’s flapping wings paintin… Continue

How I miss you in my Life
As a black hole in my heart
Without you nothing has sense
Only thinking in you all the moments
As a Passion without limits,
With a barrier impeding us
Live a Love, Pure Love...

A distance hindes us

How can I live next you?
How can I fulfill me by your love?
How can I heal this pain???...

It is difficult find a heal alone......

And you can not help me more
Because this secret love is impossible to live
Oh, I would like to tell the truth...

Told you all my love,
T… Continue

A gift which muscles itself into the heart A wrapper which covers my inner self as a shield
A rose which lets it’s fragrance strewn apart
A visual which quivers my nerves in every emotion tore in the Warfield

A passion which lets me into bewilderness
A love which takes me with its wild wind
A wink that flews me in… Continue

"Suelen decirme - a manera de crítica - que vivo en la luna. ¿Les he dicho yo - a manera de crítica - que viven en tierra?" (Jaime Jaramillo Escobar, "En la luna" texto extraído de Poemas de tierra caliente )


En un astro muy lejano lleva rienda suelta la locura
de un alma solitaria, libre, juguetona, esperanzada
cuyo imaginario toca fondo en la luz y en la negrura
lleno de cometas vueltos monstruos que observan tu figura
hecha sombra desde la luna.
La torpeza natural de mi paso incremen… Continue

Hi, I'm Varsha, seventeen....I love writing and reading( i'm sure everyone here does) , I'm crazy about horror and fantasy, not so much about syrupy romance, and I love to write for teenagers, about teenagers.
I'm currently working on the sequel to this fantasy cum un-syrupy romance story I'm writing, which has books starting with the title Blood (obviously its about vampires) , I did Blood Cure and now I'm doing Blood Wicked which I think is different from Twilight and other vampire books in ge… Continue

DAY FIFTY-THREE OF THE IZZY QUEST
Jainagar Police Station
12. 54 am.


They left a sheaf of papers in front of me, gave me a glare that meant the nasty and walked out. No matter. I didn’t feel any different from what I had felt when they were sitting in this room glowering at me. I knew they were watching through the one-way transparent glass in the other room. So, no funny business, okay Aditya?
I’m supposed to be writing down whom I am, what my purpose in life is and the reasons that led to me… Continue

Success comes when we do our duty wholeheartedly without thinking a fraction about the result-that’s what I have learnt while reading Tagore’s biography. During first 51 years of his life the success he achieved was least. People of outside Kolkata (then Calcutta) hardly heard his name.

On his secon… Continue

Sick Mind
Of melancholy times
Purity declined
To never stop the rhyme from flowing
Electricity boiling the soup in the kitchen
Truth be told
Mind is boiling
Sick mind
Truth upholding
In order to go into
An overdrive
Sick mind
Sick decline
No passing time
Life leaving you in the past
Not the present
Emotions running wild
Sick mind
Love arising quicker than before
Sick mind
Virginity declined
To
State a word in her diary
Sick mind
Scary thoughts at night
Sick mind
No one touching her the right way… Continue

"Algo te indentifica con el que se aleja de ti, y es la facultad común de volver: de ahí tu más grande pesadumbre." (César Vallejo, Algo te identifica)


De esperanzas rotas e ilusiones muertas se teje la tela de la melancolía

con agujas fabricada de metales inoxidables

hilos de colores

de diferentes matices

dan vida y muerte a lo que se teje incansablemente

Penélope, Ursula y yo tejemos la mortaja que no tendrá uso

todo por matar el ocio

ganarle por segundos al tiempo

dandole forma al m… Continue

Who are You?
Who am I?
Why are You?
Why am I?

I walk on timeless seas
with
vanquished desires
waiting...
for You.

The breeze
blows
past my hair
whispering
your
name
with rhythms
of the
beautiful ecstatic
life ahead.

At night...

I call out Your name
are You listening??

I search
inside… Continue