Natasha Sharma

I must not write a diary,
For then somebody will know;
I will speak of you in my poems,
Where, with rhyme, love will flow.
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Elusive are the spaces where peace rests,
What has Man gained after his troubled quests!
He burned the World he set out to revive,
Nobody wins a war, some just survive.
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If I close my eyes, the night won’t be gone;
Deep in the woods, there will be no dawn;
I have journeyed far to lose you to the world,
With memories that often break into a song.
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If I were Water,
I would wash you up on the shores of the past;
Where memories would fly by- some slow, some fast;
Alas! I am but me,
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If only I could see you again,

Love would be such a sweet pain;
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This emptiness that I feel everyday,
The journey of pain is still underway,
The troubles I bear, why should I say!
Things look so sullen with shades of grey;
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In this world sublime,
Beauty is frozen in Time.
Above, the sky dazzles in light;
Below, the colours seem lost in white!
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Sometimes the faces change yet it feels the same,
A new desire rekindles an old flame!
Space and Time play a game with you,
The present seems blurred, it's déjà vu!
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The ink that traced my fondest thought,
And carved in words what my lips said not;
Lay frozen in the winter snow,
My feelings ran wild, but none were caught.
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There is a fire in his eyes,
When he sees me with other guys;
I mock him by fooling around,
For the buried love, he denies.
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I watch people running an unknown race,
I see them rise and sink to alter the pace;

Changing with every season,
Knowing not for what damn reason,
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With racing steps and flying hair,

Against the wind, without any care;
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On the evening sky the memories run,
Chasing the moments that never begun;
A picture perfect paints my heart,
Tending to love is more of an art.
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I treasure those moments frozen in my heart,
When I believed we would never part;
Alas! Ages between us Time has swept,
A promise was broken, a promise was kept;
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Your hundred faults I wish to learn,
Hoping that one will make me turn;
Towards a world where we can never meet,
Where our seeking eyes can never greet;
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There were no promises made,
No spoken words that with time would fade;
He just took her hand and held it awhile,
as he lay there in blood, forcing a smile.
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