She bloomed as a sunny winter morning.
She was full of live and love.
Whites were more beautiful and fragile.
And then you decided,
Red just wasn’t your colour.
(-Red red rose)
you point out my flaws
like i point out your best features.
and i never understand why
people find beauty in perfection.
let me tell you one thing love,
in that curvy body,
or straightened hair,
it wasn’t in my contoured face
or in my winged lined eyes.
it was neither those expensive Saturday night’s dresses
nor in those heels i wore .
beauty was in
my bare imperfect body you never liked,
it was those wavy hair i had
i was in all those
pimples ,dog bite, and other scars on my face.
it was in my tired yet happy eyes
and the dark circles and swellings i got underneath them.
beauty was in those long, loose tee-shirts i wore
And the slippers i preffered over heels.
even when they looked shabby.
beauty was in imperfections, those which showed my struggle.
and not in my made up perfections you saw.
you call me beautiful
and then point out my flaws.
don’t you understand?
my flaws were a part of my beauty.
ps: don’t laugh on dog bite. haha.
Have a nice day!! 🙂
I smile a little more
By my side.
Have you ever got that butterflies in tummy kinda feeling? Or pacing heartbeats when you see him. I never understood these hyperbole situations. This romanticizing of love wasn’t my cup of tea and I never felt the love this way, this unnatural and overempasized way. But did that mean i has lesser of a girl characteristics and more of a boy characteristics within me? Nope, it was just that i knew he was mine, his looks , his eyes or voice didn’t excite me. His words,his touch and his love gave me satisfaction, a satisfaction of togetherness. I smiled a little more with him by my side.
(-excerpt from the book i’ll never write)
“I haven’t seen you in months, but every time I walk outside, I’m terrified. I feel nerves buzz in the palms of my hands and a tingling shivers down my spine. I’m worried that when I see you I will forget how to breathe or my legs will stop working properly. You’ll send my body into shock. Do you have any idea what it’s like to be constantly scanning the crowd for the familiar spike of hair or the leather jacket you insisted made you look cool? I feel the weight of the possibility of your presence every time I walk outside. I haven’t seen you in months, and I don’t know whether I want that to change or not.”
(-Excerpt from a book I’ll never write)
Ten little Soldier boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Soldier boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Soldier boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Soldier boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Soldier boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Soldier boys going in for law;
One got into Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Soldier boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Soldier boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Soldier boys playing with a gun;
One shot the other and then there was One.
One little Soldier boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself and then there were None.
Have you guys read the novel, “and then there were none” by agatha chirstie? If no. Do read. This poem will appear on the very first page and as you reach the end of the book this poem’s significance would be known by the reader. This novel is an entralling tale of 10 people, these 10 people get random invitation by an unknown person to Devon isalnd. Soon, a series of deaths start to happen, who is the murderer?
By, Revti , repressed soul.
Tell the stories
Of the silent screams
Of those silent nights
When bleeding wounds were only the companion we had.
Tell the stories
Of the soulful shouts
Of those sunny days
When we yearned to heal.
By Revti, repressed soul
Our eyes behold the secrets
Of the darkest hours we spent while
Trying to destroy ourselves.
I am overwhelmed to be nominated for the ‘One lovely blog award’ by the lovely Tapasi. Thank you so much.
1. Each nominee must thank the person who nominated them and link their blog in their post.
2. They must include the rules and add the blog award badge as an image.
3. Must add 7 facts about themselves.
4. Nominate 15 people to do the award
7 facts about me:
And I further nominate :
Have a nice day!!
I am a colossal soul
Trapped into this small body
Where truth and pain resides together
Where bruises and beauty work together
I am a colossal soul,
Trapped into this little world
Of hate and hurt
Of vile and selfish people We trust.
I am a colossal soul into this unfathomable universe
Which neither holds me on
Nor set me free.
~repressed soul by Revti©
Happy wednesday guys!!
I would love know your views about this poem. 🙂
Have a nice day !