Tweet Tweet Chirp Chirp
Fragile song of pain?
Stay a little longer
Maybe a second.
Whoosh!
A pound in me skips.
Tweet Tweet
My heart is cold.
–Aarya
Deafaning silence.
Silence as loud as the dead heart.
Silence as pale as the death flight.
Silence that gains trust
And Silence that betrays
Silence that lusts you to stay
-Aarya
IRONY
Irony I assume, with a drained body and a scarred heart, we draw the widest arch on a fragile stick figure. Why? I believe it’s the clash of the puppet and the master carved in us.
-Aarya
Voyage
Silhouette of flying wings
Wings floating
Wings amorphous
Wings thirsty;
For “More”
-Aarya
Petrichor
Cold Mists
Fill in my ribs
Tricking raindrop
Touch Skin in me
Blue and Green
Green and Blue
All I see
-Aarya
Blue
The scourcing sun
The wave of heat
The warmth that pierces
The lust to stay
And you.
-Aarya
Orange
Shade of dignity
And shade for it’s search
Shade of life
-Aarya
With the Wind, to the Sun
With the wind I flow
To the sun I see
Apacing with colours
Colours not mine;
With fireflies at night
Courage I seek
Courage for love
Courage for life
Courage to see
Myself of Moon
Myself of Star
Courage to drizzle myself
To the Neverland of my dreams
A land with no Sun
A land with no Moon
A land where I don’t have to
Flow with the Wind
To the Sun I see
-Aarya
Aarya 