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Lost Portrait of Heaven

a poem by Arcane Manuscripts

This burnt land is here for you to take
I no longer walk through it
For we have done what we can
Its time now to let go

We **** this world
We have caused this world to bleed
Bleed to its death

It’s so bad that we sit back and enjoy
Without the knowledge of how the devil consumes us;
We kill our brothers
We kill our sisters
We kill our mothers
We kill our fathers
And in the end, we kill ourself.

This world is now filled with blood
Blood of humans, washed by the tears we shed

This burnt land has had enough;
It has been raped to death
Thus I no longer wanna be a part of it.
This burnt land has had enough;
It is yours to take
Thus I no longer have any hope of saving it
It is now in the hands of the (human) devils

Dark secrets

a poem by Aliza Fatima Naqvi

There is so much to tell
I can’t describe it all
Bit at least I can make clear
The worst of all
I have been through a lot
My heart says end it all
But my soul says there’s always another dawn
Again, I am standing here alone
Thinking about then and now
Maybe I should let it go
Or maybe I should run
I am tired of it all
I am tired of every feeling
I don’t want to feel anymore
Want to lay down silent forever
See through the two worlds
My voice is unheard
My heart bleeds on this scene
I am hushed by the hypocrites
I don’t have to say more
Or maybe I can’t describe

Skin.

a poem by Abhinaya Raju

On your fabric,
The lines bleed asymmetric.
For every word left unsaid,
Flows from within a portion of your red.
The scars may heal,
But the pain forever you’ll feel.
With a needle that thin,
Go ahead Darling…
Ruin your skin.

Love

a poem by Mehul Sharma

Real Remains
My heart for your real remains
My heart wins even if I lose you.
The deserts you made don’t count.
For what the selfish reasons behind,
could just be enough to get up to it.
The lights we both lightened,
have to be blown up for the acceptance.
Only the real remains could be fixed
that handles you from me up to end.

Listening to my heart

a poem by Zainab

Got so much to say, but don’t know where to start,
Suddenly I heard a sound, was it from my heart.
Baffled in my mind, wondering which way to go,
I grappled my thoughts.
And in quietness I looked inside my heart,
I saw an overcomer,
It seems so overwhelming,
Was it really me or someone I don’t want to be.
Trying to listen to my heart,
I realized I was lost away so far.
Trapped in the rules of this world,
I forgot living for thyself,
My heart was pleading and screaming these words to myself.
I listened to my heart,
And I know there are many things to be changed,
Life goes on and there is nobody to be blamed.
Yes! In the quietness of my mind,
I was listening to my heart,
A heart that was meant to be healed,
And I was trying to be me.
Rebuilding myself from foundations,
I am breaking free from my restraints.
Now, by listening to my heart,
Do you wonder where I might be?
I’ll tell you now, just this once
That finally I am free…

Pieces of broken Mirror

a poem by Sangeetha Mohan

I always loved to view myself in mirror
Mirror of someone’s heart
The smile and affection what you show
Is reflected to you
I looked into a mirror
Awaiting my image to be seen
Seconds passed, hours passed, days passed and years passed too
But I never found my image
At a proper glance, I found that
I was looking into pieces of broken mirror…

At the window

a poem by Alok Mishra

Now she smiles near me,
Sitting at the window and
Looking outside the tree
We used to sit underneath
Dreaming the ‘tomorrow’ to come.

Now she smiles near me,
Sitting at the window and
I see outside a corpse
Lying on the sand and vultures
Feasting on it – tomorrow!

Now she smiles near me,
Sitting at the window and
I muse whether life is dream
Or dream is life!