Now and Forever

Dark
Side fade
Hair so slick
Moves so sick
Eyes like fire opals
Unholy was my undead fire
Mesmerized by his fiery eyes
I falter — heart asunder;
Pulse bounds erratic
… Her presence
Hypnotic.

Naive
Her fragrance
My senses shiver
I can taste her flow
So active her young beat
My whispered sins do entice
Mind swims, to his silken voice
Held to his sway, soul obeys
Irresistibly pulled, dazed
Losing myself in
his carnal
gaze.

Swirl
Do my desires
Softly upon her
Fingers in pursuit
Of her precious ink
My lips robbing her of voice
Silenced: enthralled by his kiss
Dauntlessly compelled…
explicit, my surrender
fluttering lashes,
trembling heart
quivers.

Fangs
In decent
Stake their claim
In wicked splendor
Arterial is my artistry
Turned she will be my masterpiece
Bound eternal in night and blood
I become her immortal art
sanguine ink indelible
marked as ‘her’
now and
forever.

© VishalDutia

My poetry

Poetry is art
That’s what they say
But mine isn’t meant to be beautiful
Or picturesque
Far from it

Mine is to picture my pain
In a way normal words and phrases can’t

It’s to show the trauma
that I can’t bear to hold
any longer

It’s to express my love for all those people
I can’t talk to anymore
And I will never talk to again

Mine isn’t meant to be beautiful

© VishalDutia

Life’s a painting

When life becomes a painting

So the Artists love is smeared.

The brush we use is thinnest ,

For our Love for self is feared.

Remind ourselves ,

When strokes were deep.

Our lives were full of woe.

The brush we choose ,

Is self respect .

For the colours need to flow.

So the artist turns to pastels.

To blend the colours that are free.

Then we must see the painting ,

But remind ourselves of me.

©VishalDutia

Find Your Spotlight

Maybe the spotlight didn’t shine on all of your dreams
But somehow it just dimmed on this fantasy
Better yet, the light just hasn’t been found
Or maybe its not noticed on this side of town

Step into the sunlight
Shine your smile for all those tonight
Who’s going through a tough time
Be the light to shine so bright
Maybe your their dream’s coming to life
Disguised within your own work of art

Like the ocean waves sing the melody
Be the voice for those drowning emotionally
Your spoken words come to life
Spreading love and joy
Look, you found your spotlight!

©VishalDutia

Imagination

Are you real?
Are you just a dream?
You seem too good to be true
I can hardly believe it
Imagination
Are you really here?
You are perfect in every way
The way you look
The way you walk
Your handsome face
You seem to good to be true
Imagination
Are you real or a dream?
You are like a melody
The sweetest of music
The finest piece of art
Imagination

©VishalDutia

Sunset Art

It was quiet and still.
Not a sound could be heard.
A couple of birds flew through the air in the distance almost invisible.
The trees laid out a rich green carpet underneath the trees.
It looked luxurious and sublime.
The sky was pale blue gray with pillows of fluffy clouds.
They broke up the sky with their placement and streaks.
The sky was highlighted by a light which had a shadow resembling a renaissance painting.
Perhaps Monet.
As I looked at the clouds, they became brighter, and started to turn to a light pink color.
Eventually the color changed to a deep pink.
It was so beautiful and indescribable.

©VishalDutia

Beautiful Mystery

You’re a beautiful mystery clad in gorgeous enigma.
You’re poetry that looks good in a skirt.

You are a notebook, a yearbook, a sketchbook, a burn book,
every facet of you written in swirling cursive,
rhymes and famous signatures snaking between cinnamon hair and cleverness.

You’re the first dream of the boy too scared of nightmares to sleep again.

You are the taste of honey and cigarettes on the lips of the first girl that boy ever kissed.

You are a dictionary. Your picture isn’t just under “beautiful.”
It’s under “dangerous” and “witty” and “myth”

You are a poem, a telltale heart beating inside a lesson in vengeance,
temporary only because nothing gold can stay.

You are the raw words read aloud by the daring poet,
standing beneath midnight moon,
the power of the throne,
the breath of a whispered promise falling upon the ear,
the warmth of kisses on the cheek,
the passion of all hope there ever was in trust and truth.

You are the fire in lightning,
the sparkle in the snow and the glitter in the rain,
the fierceness of the wind and the gentle, soothing peace,
the blazing chill of winter and the roar of summer’s heat.

But you’re still a mystery.
A beautiful,
beautiful
mystery.

I Wonder

Some days, sometimes, I wonder about those I’ve loved.
In secret or up front.
What difference does it make tonight in this unsettling thunder?

How many of them a mishap?
How many of them a mindless blunder?

How many of them have truly found what they were looking for
In someone else?
How many have gone from blond to blonder?

How many nights did I spend in this rabbit hole?
How many of them deserved all those years, all those tears?
They weren’t kidding when they said, “absence makes the heart grow fonder”.

Some days, sometimes, I wonder about those I’ve loved.

How many of them alcoholics?
Drinking away their sorrows, going under.

How many of them were actually good for me? Was it a terrible mistake to let them go? Oh, I wonder.

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Some days, sometimes, I wonder about those who’ve loved me.
How many of them were able to see the real me?

How many of them looked at the good and overlooked the bad?
How many of them were not my cup of tea?

Had I known they were going to love me until their very last breath, would I have still led them to flee?

How many of them tried so hard to please me?
Yet drowned themselves in the vast darkness that is my sea.

How many hearts have I broken?
Is it one, two, or three?

Some days, sometimes, I wonder about those who’ve loved me.

How many of them were too kind, too gentle?
How many of them were ready to take a leap of faith?
How many of them would have set me free?

Lines

Look at your phone
Look at your book
Look at your blanket
Look at your wardrobe
Look at that bar code
Look at that matchstick

They all have lines
They would not be created without lines
Lines can divide
Lines can unite
Lines can organize
Lines can cut
Lines can be rough-edged
Lines can be smooth and refined
Lines are signs
Lines tell you something
Lines contain
Lines can be curvy
And those curves can be ridden and lead into another path

The world would not be complete without lines
The world would not be created without lines

But you can’t cross lines
Lines cross you
And lines draw you

Beautiful

She was torn,
Broken into pieces.
She pieced herself together,
Turned herself into an art.
A mosaic of disaster,
That made her a beautiful mess.

Somewhere

Somewhere the sun is setting
In your tired eyes

Somewhere a cool breeze carries
Songs of changing times

Somewhere you’re getting by,
Flushed with words of wine,

Somewhere a fool laments
That he never called you “mine”

Gore

Break my bones;
cut my throat.
Pull me open,
learn the ropes.

Breath me in;
taste the fear.
Shank my skin;
stand and cheer.

Kick my head;
let me bleed.
Unbolt my veins;
enjoy the read.

Gouge my eyes;
punch my face.
Wrap me up
in your embrace.

A Wall #Poetry

Some ideas sway in the wind
While others bypass the heart
Some thoughts that get blown
in are really poles apart
Some words leave you reeling
In an outcome that says it all
In a light that could encompass
a fly on a wall

Art is just Art.

Art is just art unless you start feeling.
Words are just words unless you give them some meaning.
Love is just love unless you do actions.
Hate is just hate unless you give it some traction.

I want to touch you

I want to touch you–
just one innocent touch,
dripping with desire
and coated with love.

I want to touch you–
my lips onto yours,
glazed with a passion
that can’t be unhooked.

I want to touch you–
just my hand in yours,
enveloped so softly
we forget we’ve been hurt.

The River

The river is fast
The river can be slow
The river has trash
Like the ocean as shown
The trash kills water animals
So keep the water clean
Animals die everyday
So make the most of it
Take care of our planet before the days goes away

Blind Generation

Men of little faith

Men with eyes but lack light

If only you could see the end of your

Road, perhaps you’ld have return.

Men of vain fame, men with ears but

Cannot detect sound, if only you could

See the source of what you listen to, perhaps

You’d realized what fools you have been.

You talk of leadership

But you are no leaders

Cheaters and liars in secret, whose end

Is self destruction and eternal separation.

Truth, refuse to heed

For lies roam the atmosphere

Turn back before you expire

Inspire what is left in the dark.

Put aside corruption and greed

We are suppose to be a peculiar breed

Why dress with bombs and

Claim to do God’s will?

Hate and prejudice, mice we must end

Humanity we must preserve

Earth we must conserve

Leaves should stay green and fresh.

This is our time

Put away racism and revenge

And black will be black

And blindness will fade away.

Life goes quick

If We died tomorrow
did we complete our
bucket list
Is there anything We missed
say what you feel
do the things now
because tomorrow
is certainly not promised
life can be such a
hit or miss
I leave you with this to ponder💕

Was it an illusion?

Was it an illusion?
Words that trigger an attraction
A reply that lays a connection

Was it an illusion?
A look that exposes a sensation
A whisper that defines an emotion

Was it an illusion?
A touch that pushes a button
A kiss that captures a moment

Is it an illusion?
To transform words into reality
To turn moments into eternity

It is an illusion
When words are lost in silence
When affection is met with fear
When All is subsumed in memories

Whilst memories may fade
The illusion remains
We hope for those moments again

Poets love the illusion
Though Cynics judge us weak
We shall silence their mocking speak

 

 

A Tale Of Spice

I’m the sugar you’re the spice
as the sun and the blue skies,
we differ, but compliment
out each other’s nourishment,
a symbiosis perfect score
one that’s kept safely in store,
words come sweet and at times tangy
piquant ginger truly tasty,
sweet a muse that will define
my brains boiling out the brine,
through that shocking pretty look
I can’t get off from your hook,
I got entangled and ensnared
Feel of lost being impaired.

SCARED TODAY.

I’m scared today, my thinkings all sad!
I’m missing my Mum, I need her so bad!
I’m feeling all lonely, and butterflies inside!
I’m feeling real sick, but so hard to cry.😟😟

With You Gone

With you gone,
My eyes still see
My legs still move
My hair still grows
But my heart, it’s numb.

With you gone,
My ears still hear
My knees still bend
My hands still touch
But my heart, it stops.

The flowers will grow
The seasons will change
But with you gone
My heart is estranged.

The sun will rise
The sun will set.
But you are gone
And I cannot forget.

Gravity Of Almost

Someone asked me
So you think, you can?
Survive, almost?

Yes please
Setting me free
You make me believe
So far away

I will try
Try my best
I replied

A Women

A women whose life
isn’t surrounded by
a lie anymoret
is worth everything,

A women who masters
the courage to bring
the truth to light,
deserves a man’s
understanding.

Dust

Everything turns to dust –
even you,
even me,
even the bond that binds us now.

I’ve had many waking dreams
and a few waking nightmares,
but I don’t remember most of them now.
They were lost while I was sleeping,
just like us.

Whether I lost you in my dreams
or in my nightmares,
I lost you
all the same.

Tommorow When I Wake Up #Poetry

Tomorrow when I wake up
I’ll start my day with a smile
I’ll do the things
I wanted to do for a while

I’ll disclaim my phone
and talk to my mother instead
I’ll tell her my dreams
and let go of my biggest regrets

I’ll forgive everyone
whoever hurt me
I’ll ask God for forgiveness
I’ll beg on my knees

I’ll work on my goals
and set my doubt aside
I’ll fight for my people
And bring back their rights

But if tomorrow doesn’t come,
It would be a tragedy
Because then I’ll stay
forever today’s me

MESS

A head full of thoughts and words seek to be confessed

High on emotions though chose never to be expressed

You can hold your breath and lies, you see, I’m not here to impress

Drowned in chaos though I feel like  blessed

Don’t chase me baby I’m a queen of my own chess

So let me be me no more or less

I know I’m a masterpiece, though a full fledged mess

Running endless, A bloody hell mess

Gold Enough To Drink

Her voice is liquid gold

Demanding respect

Soothing junky minds

Smooth as peanut butter

Gliding over the surface level of music

Her voice is the voice of black women

Who‘ve had theirs stolen

Long before they had the chance to break them in

She is golden

Her voice golden

Rich enough to be an overload

Her voice

Strong as nails

But soft enough to hold me close

People have come to make me understand

People have come to make me understand,
How crazy these people are.

The peace that is found in the forbidden,
Why do people need to dumb it down?

With all knowledge, they’re still ignorant,
How unknowing these people are.

They are never helpful when the time comes,
These familiar-recognisable people.

Now that I’m no longer conscious,
These people have come to make me understand.

Desperate Love #Poetry

Im deperate for your love

Everytime you get so hard

You are sweet as my milk tart

Everytime you lay eyes on me you wanna go fast.

I wanna pursue you, lets march

Its rose pedals, hotels and carts

Wanna know the best part?

A sensational love, that wont depart.

You have shown me desperate love

Im protected, rescue as your dove

Love unbeatable, no one can be above

Your essence are my miraculous and desperate love.

After longtime

After a long time when we met, my anxious heart felt peace
flowers of my wihes stared smiling
like spring in garden

when my waiting eyes met your sharp eyes
drinks started flowing
i didn’t need some pouring my drinks
i felt felt drunk without drinking

night passed into morning
candles started flickering
my life started shining in the bright light of timeliness

joy and attractions everywhere
joy in the hearts
no matter how much one tried, couldn’t leave your party

Colours

When I was red,

You were blue.

Then I turned to green just for you.

What you wanted was violet,

But all I could be was indigo.

Orange was your favourite colour,

I wrote you a song in yellow.

For your acclamation,

I mixed all those colours.

Frantically tried to undo it,

When all of them discoloured.

I sat there reflecting on what was left of me.

I finally became the colour that I wanted to be.

Play Safe Stay Safe

Locked eyes
touching lips
an act so beautiful
or so ugly

making love
having ***
different names
different reasons
different positions

vaginal, oral, **** or *
Trying for a baby
wanting some fun
don’t have time, so make it quick
or have a moment alone
what ever your reasons
what ever positions
take precautions

Condoms
Tests
Pills
One act can turn into a lifetime mistake
what ever your reasons
what ever you positions
stay safe

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Dating

You’re fun to be with
fun to know
it does not matter
where we go

It does not matter
what we do
It’s always fun
to be with you!

When I Wake

When I wake

Please give me a kiss

On my forehead

When I wake

Let’s make coffee together

And dance around in our underwear

When I wake

Can we make

Blueberry muffins?

Flooding Feelings

Thunder Storms

Rain falling down

Whispers and screams

Tears falling

Hoping for better

one–sided love

knowing

thinking

Everyone is different

set apart

from their skin

to their personality

broken girls

to stupid boys

who regret

but say nothing

Gold

My spirit can not be tarnished

My will can not be bent

Like gold

I am invincible

My value can not be priced

My life can not defined

Like gold

I am impenetrable

My thoughts can not be contained

My character can not be tainted

Like gold

I am pure

My love can not be given freely

My time can not be wasted

Like gold

I am expensive

You can not destroy me

You can not make me disappear

Like gold

I am immortal

 

Pretend My Lips Are Blue

Like the day that I was born

I‘m alive despite the pressure

I‘ve arrived to learn the answers

In a hospital towel

The brightest day of my mother‘s life

But you pretend my lips are blue

Maybe I‘m dead to you (and only you)

Maybe im just dead to you

When you finally left you said

Never again, never again, never again

When I finally woke I said

Never again, never again, never again

Like christmas day at home

I‘m profoundly moved by letters

That hope I‘m feeling better

In a hospital gown

It was once the first moment of my life

To pretend my lips were blue

A decade passed and I met you

Maybe I‘m just dead to you

The only gift you chose to leave

Are fever dreams, the kind you still believe

I‘ll scream how it feels to feel

And you‘ll try so hard not to hear

Like the day I learned to read

Expressions meant to lie to me

Seeing forest from the trees

Losing trust in majesty

So I write to concentrate

On the echos down the storm drain

 

Drunk on you

Your name is

forbidden in

my mouth

or in my heart

because when

i think about

you;

i‘ll cry a little more,

hurt a little stronger

love a little softer

because you no longer

make me feel sober

i‘m drunk on the

memory of you

 

Last words

My cries won’t be heard

But these words I scream

Will be seen

these words will remain

But I will be dust

And ashes blown by a gust

Of wind in the night

Of your once so called lovely sight

I miss you everyday

And I wish there was any way

I can reach you partner

But my soul has dead

My body has left

I’ve come to face my death

I’m away on a strange quest

my heart cries

My soul bleeds infinite

I love the sight of me and you in it

this wasn’t my dream

The death of a joint soul

Wishing to grow old

it’s sad how we part ways in the cold

Hear me now

Hear me loud and clear

My last words to you

My Dear

I am not far

I am here

I am near

Near you