White I will wish you good night, Even if I stay awake. On this peaceful night, May happy memories you make. The thought of meeting you, Doesn't let me ... For the desire to see you Is really growing deep. I force my eyes to shut Because I meet you in there, The land of fantasies Where dreams begin to soar. I see you smile, I feel proud to be the reason. I aspire to be by you In each and every season. So, good night, my love... I wish you pleasant night. I won't fear the darkness, You're my brightest light. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White When you weigh my words, Not my body... When you don't rush my decisions And wait til I'm ready. When you look at my bleeding heart, Not my scarred face. When you walk beside me Instead of a race. When you hold my hands And don't let go, I feel safe and loved When you do so. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White If I were to stop texting you And I were to cut ties... How long would it take For you to finally realise? That someone has stopped Sending you poetries and letters. You get much free time now, But there's nobody that bothers. That none sends you warm words, Everyone just praises your beauty. No comments like "I'm proud of you", Now it's just emojis, "ily" and "pretty". That none asks you about your day And if you have had a hard one, That you don't notice a user Who hyped you up and was fun... Or would it be just fine As if I didn't exist at all? I'm just a fan, in the end, In this big ocean, just a drop, small... ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White I must tell you, Now I write at 2 AM. I don't shake at night, I don't erase my poem. My hair are short And my eyes are still brown. Nobody ever looked at them They only checked if I had a Crown. I learned so much last year And I'm working on my book. I collect everything in my diary, Every piece of mine that you took. You don't read them anymore, The poetries I still write for you. So listen, I must tell you, I'm not the girl you once knew. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White We have similar hobbies So I thought you'd understand. If I can't write anymore, Tell me what can I do and... Will I still dream About skies and the sea? Will I work on myself And the person I want to be? Will I be a happy kid Like I pretend I am now? Will I manage my success If I do succeed somehow? Will I be patient and poised To talk to people without fear? If I ever need someone, Will they still be near? The world I didn't care about When I had my pen and diary, What happens when I am not me? Do I have to worry? ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

May 5th. , 2024 The rain looks like it's coming Dark clouds off to the west April is the month for showers Afterall , mother nature knows best The birds are chirping up in the trees Every one of them singing their song They each have a story to tell About happiness, anger and what went wrong Drinking coffee and smoking a joint Listening to the traffic speed past Cars and trucks and motorcycles They all go by quick and fast Music is playing on my phone too Set on shuffle it plays continuously Sometimes I will skip to the next song If it is a song I had heard recently I think I will finish this poem now I think I will end it right away Until next time I decide to write I will say bye and write another day ©Schizology

Schizology

White I will wish you good night, Even if I stay awake. On this peaceful night, May happy memories you make. The thought of meeting you, Doesn't let me ... For the desire to see you Is really growing deep. I force my eyes to shut Because I meet you in there, The land of fantasies Where dreams begin to soar. I see you smile, I feel proud to be the reason. I aspire to be by you In each and every season. So, good night, my love... I wish you pleasant night. I won't fear the darkness, You're my brightest light. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White When you weigh my words, Not my body... When you don't rush my decisions And wait til I'm ready. When you look at my bleeding heart, Not my scarred face. When you walk beside me Instead of a race. When you hold my hands And don't let go, I feel safe and loved When you do so. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White If I were to stop texting you And I were to cut ties... How long would it take For you to finally realise? That someone has stopped Sending you poetries and letters. You get much free time now, But there's nobody that bothers. That none sends you warm words, Everyone just praises your beauty. No comments like "I'm proud of you", Now it's just emojis, "ily" and "pretty". That none asks you about your day And if you have had a hard one, That you don't notice a user Who hyped you up and was fun... Or would it be just fine As if I didn't exist at all? I'm just a fan, in the end, In this big ocean, just a drop, small... ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White I must tell you, Now I write at 2 AM. I don't shake at night, I don't erase my poem. My hair are short And my eyes are still brown. Nobody ever looked at them They only checked if I had a Crown. I learned so much last year And I'm working on my book. I collect everything in my diary, Every piece of mine that you took. You don't read them anymore, The poetries I still write for you. So listen, I must tell you, I'm not the girl you once knew. ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

White We have similar hobbies So I thought you'd understand. If I can't write anymore, Tell me what can I do and... Will I still dream About skies and the sea? Will I work on myself And the person I want to be? Will I be a happy kid Like I pretend I am now? Will I manage my success If I do succeed somehow? Will I be patient and poised To talk to people without fear? If I ever need someone, Will they still be near? The world I didn't care about When I had my pen and diary, What happens when I am not me? Do I have to worry? ©Anagha Ukaskar

Anagha Ukaskar

May 5th. , 2024 The rain looks like it's coming Dark clouds off to the west April is the month for showers Afterall , mother nature knows best The birds are chirping up in the trees Every one of them singing their song They each have a story to tell About happiness, anger and what went wrong Drinking coffee and smoking a joint Listening to the traffic speed past Cars and trucks and motorcycles They all go by quick and fast Music is playing on my phone too Set on shuffle it plays continuously Sometimes I will skip to the next song If it is a song I had heard recently I think I will finish this poem now I think I will end it right away Until next time I decide to write I will say bye and write another day ©Schizology

Schizology