Shreya's Poetry

Lost in the crowds of the busy street Misty eyes as they rung the final bell Turn back time where they used to meet, Forgotten lanes lead to the pain of hell. Remember those barren paths you left behind? How they flourish the way they never happened before, Imagine those moments that you never captured? How they put a smile even when you thought it was too hard! They took him instead of her Oh my dreaded tracks,you love to fade Flames so hot they took him afar Mourning peace bestowed upon the dead.   Busy streets,cars still go on, Miles apart they left me a bit torn.

The same old books we've read before The same old chapter flipping back and forth, The same old words we've heard before The same old endings on the verge of henceforth. Like that stone on the table unturned Dried tears on the pillowcase, so sordid Hidden regrets smirk at the lessons learned Glistening shadows so well hid! Calm and lifeless on a Saturday morning , A bit too late to figure it out Bygone days,they come back with a little ping That's all they are always talking 'bout. Black smiles smeared on the lofty fences, Glaring at the drizzle through my misty lenses.

How I loathe the way you break, speak and hurt, Capturing my mind all day and throughout the night, Your lawful lies make a scary art Oh my dreaded words,you toughen me to fight. Let me collate you to an unfaithful dagger? Just a bit more acidic and creepy. Sharp tongue aids the cold hearts of the attacker, But resilience brings back the old humanity. How you always crave to meet,Let me list the ways, I see you on the lips and flips of comments Thinking of your pretentious sound fills my days I like how you create those bents and vents. Now I must say we've got a whole lot of history Will never forget you my mean words whilst we're on this journey.

Run through the darkest of day Elope with hope from the painful shackle Heaven's a mirage away, Foggy doors keep us waiting on a miracle Burning in the glow of life As we get glimpses of mere shades of grey Drive on the edge of a knife, And get lost in the game of predators and prey; We sell a precious daze And get lost in the crowd We stand as a bamboo during the spooky phase A shear light of glory won't make us proud A rude awakening is all we need , As we've got a million miles ahead .