Natasha Sharma Poems

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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