In the catacombs of my mind, memories awaken,
Starved for solace, they cling and crave,
Feeding on tears, weaving guilt and shame,
Release me, won’t I find peace?
Tag: tears
DayDreaming #Poetry
In this space its just you and I,
Among the fields of green and blue,
The sun is setting and the wind is brisk,
My body feels light as I close my eyes.
The sun feels nice on my skin,
Its soft rays make me feel warm and tingly,
Kiss my tears away and say that you love me,
Tell me you’ll stay and will never leave me.
Can we stay like this for a little while longer?
I’m not ready to let go of you just yet,
Hold me close and sing me a lullaby,
Put me to sleep one last time.
©VishalDutia
Write To Cry
I put my pen 🖊️to paper 📜
My finger to the keypad 🖥️⌨️ 📲
But the words just wouldn’t flow
They stumbled at the last moment
Self doubt got the better of me
What am I really saying?
Do I want to say anything at all?
Or do I just want to cry?
And let my tears fall
Maybe that’s what I should do?
Leave the pen and paper
Turn off the phone and screen
Just be in this moment
Let the tears fall down my cheeks
~ ❤️ ~
Just one of those days… 😪
©VishalDutia
Fall
I hate when people say stay strong
just because they can’t stand
to see me fall
the person who taught me to live is gone
and now I’m older than she was
the day we first spoke of her in past tense
Seasons twice changed
the trees nearly bare now
still my mind barrages my heart
with memories as I struggle to accept it
Maybe one day I’ll pick myself up
but for now
I’m staying on the ground
on a bed of soggy autumn leaves
drenched in tears
©VishalDutia
Aerophobia
You will have to speak up
For the hurt
You will reach heights
To escape life’s lowly sights
She will have to hear
All you have in here
Let go of your fears
This is what she needs
You need to tear her apart
To go back to the start
Tear into her
With a curse.
© VishalDutia
When the heart of a poet gets broken
He doesn’t burn photographs
He doesn’t join therapy sessions
He doesn’t smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn’t try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That’s when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
©VishalDutia
Our Love, is done and dusted
I burnt the Memories, U gave Me.
I burnt your Love Letters Too.
Your Tears won’t ever, Cry for Me.
Tell Me…..What else must I Do?
I threw the Souvenirs, U gave Me.
I hardly ever take, your Name.
Our Love is done and Dusted.
As it put us both, to Shame.
Most of the Time, I keep Thinking.
Why not find, somebody New?
A Woman who Glows, like Moonlight
and is fresh, as the Morning Dew.
Once Her Eyes, find Me.
I shall write, My Love Story Again.
In the Arms of My Angel,
U won’t find, My Tears weep Again.
© VishalDutia
Tears of Rejection
I wish I could Spell,
the Tears that are Falling.
Whipped by a Storm.
Your name, I keep Calling.
Darling………..U left Me,
with a Broken Heart.
After crying each Tear,
My Life has fallen Apart.
My Broken Heart lies,
shattered on the Floor.
Each piece is waiting,
for your knock on My Door.
A Broken Smile,
shows up on My Face
and Tears of rejection,
is written all over My Place.
© VishalDutia
Fighting My Tears
In the Middle of the Night,
I was fighting My Tears
which were Out of Control.
Some people ain’t Human,
they have a Mind and Body.
But no Heart or Soul.
Humanity nowadays,
is down the Drain.
Hence My Poems have Words,
that are loaded with Pain.
She stole My Heart,
thereby committing a Theft.
Giving Me Wounds, Scars
and a Broken Heart…..She Left.
© VishalDutia
Running Tears
I read all your Poems,
U wrote to Me years Ago.
Reading them……My Tears,
began to Show.
My running Tears,
now have no place to Go.
So I’m holding them as Souvenirs,
for U……each time they Flow.
© VishalDutia
Loneliness
At Nights, I take My Loneliness
and Add to it, a Tear or Two.
Throw in some Emptiness.
Mix them up, till I’m Blue.
Keep them under Cover.
Near to My Broken Dreams.
Then sail My Boat of Sorrow,
on Waves of the Silver Streams.
I could always feel it happening,
when Loneliness was Around.
My Feet which were once steady,
kept sinking in the Ground.
© VishalDutia
Loneliness
At Nights, I take My Loneliness
and Add to it, a Tear or Two.
Throw in some Emptiness.
Mix them up, till I’m Blue.
Keep them under Cover.
Near to My Broken Dreams.
Then sail My Boat of Sorrow,
on Waves of the Silver Streams.
I could always feel it happening,
when Loneliness was Around.
My Feet which were once steady,
kept sinking in the Ground.
© VishalDutia
Poem of Tears
I drown My Sorrows,
in My Poem of Tears
and paint Golden Memories,
We had over the Years.
Her Broken Promises,
haunt this Heart of Mine.
But My Love for Her,
can be read on every Line.
© VishalDutia
I wish I could, spell out My Tears
I wish I could spell out,
the Tears that are Falling.
Whipped by a Breakup,
Your Name they keep Calling.
The note that U left behind,
Broke My Heart in Two
and now My Life is living,
with Memories of U.
My Heart that lies shattered,
across the bedroom Floor.
Has each piece waiting,
for your knock on My Door.
At times a Broken Smile,
appears on My Face.
With a hope that one Day,
your Face it will Trace.
© VishalDutia
As I fight back
As I fight back My Tears,
which I can’t Control.
Your Heart Nestles Me,
deep down in your Soul.
Your Soul shall then Taste,
My Laughter and Tears
and your Eyes shall lead Me,
till the end of My Years.
© VishalDutia
Your Home, is a Temple
Your Home, is a Temple,
Where the Roof, is your Own.
A place, where U grew up
and a place, where Love Shone.
Never will U find,
Tears lying on the Floor.
Beautiful Memories of the past,
are hidden behind each Door.
Wisdom lies on the Bookshelf
and Laughter lights each Room.
There’s a Vase on the Table,
Where Flowers always Bloom.
Don’t take anyone’s advice,
as how to paint each Wall.
Your Home is a private Shelter,
U ought to make that Call.
© VishalDutia
Tears on My Pillow
The Tears on My Pillow,
are having a sad story to Tell.
All Night long I was Crying,
at the place in which I Dwell.
There were Tears of Pain
and Tears of Sorrow.
A few spelling out….to Me,
There’s no Tomorrow.
Some Tears that poured,
we’re too hard to Hide.
As they were buried
too deep, deep Inside.
Alas the Tears that,
always make Me Smile.
Haven’t appeard on Me,
for quite a While.
© VishalDutia
A Reason to Live
I’m still Alive,
but hardly Breathing.
My Soul, is almost Dead
and Heart, is just Beating.
In Poetry and Prose,
I’ve found a reason to Live.
A reason to Write,
with the Poems I Give.
The Words that U read,
I’ve hardly Spoken.
Coz Tears kept falling,
when My Heart was Broken.
My Poems are filled,
with Darkness and Pain.
I pray Night & Day,
I find Happiness Again.
© VishalDutia
My Moon went missing
My Moon went missing
and My Mercury kept rising.
So I took a brisk walk,
around the Rings of Saturn.
As My Heart wept Tears,
forming a sad Pattern.
I went searching for Her,
On Jupiter and Mars.
Venus had seen Her,
with the “Shooting Stars”.
Pluto suggested that,
I may find Her on Charon.
As it rhymed well,
with Her Name Sharon.
Uranus and Neptune,
said “Why not try Earth?
U may find Her,
at Her place of Birth”.
© VishalDutia
What I Love……about Love
What I love about love,
is that…. it’s full of Passion.
U begin with Hugs and Kisses
and end up, without your Fashion.
I spin out Romantic Verses,
whilst composing Poems on Love.
Life wouldn’t be the same,
for Me….if it wasn’t for Love.
Love makes Me feel Invincible,
as it takes away all My Pain.
Love becomes irresistible,
In ways I just can’t Explain.
Love makes Me feel Safe and Sure,
by taking away My Fears.
Bad Memories just disappear,
as it dries up all My Tears.
© VishalDutia
Tears
She had galaxies
In her eyes
And her tears
Were falling stars.
©VishalDutia
Words
Words can hurt
They can cut into the soul
Leaving deep wounds
Sometimes they remain
Never healing
Words can also uplift
They can heal
Touch one’s spirit
Inspire
Bring hope
Or they can break the spirit
Playing over and over
Bringing darkness
Destroying creativity
Or they can bring light
Inspiring great artwork
Literature and music
They can break hearts
Or mend them
Cause tears
Or stop them
It all depends
Which words are used
Choose carefully
Words
©VishalDutia
Dark of Colors
Through the dark
Light carries a sound wave of energy
Sparking tears of invisible emotions
Triggered from iridescent colors
Coming from all different angles of darkness
Illuminating colors of your imagination
©VishalDutia
Your Eyes
Your eyes glow like the moonbeams in the night sky
Painted face, encapsulating the ocean blue waves
Soft and dainty, looking like grace
Swimming within the tears that haven’t yet hit your face….
©VishalDutia
Shattered
Words cannot express the way I feel
So empty and lost in space
My heart shattered in a million pieces
As tears run down my face
©VishalDutia
You can’t stop the rain
The world knew her as beautifully broken
But no one knew her name
She was permanently scared by love
And no man could stop the rain
He gave his everything and
Loving her drove him insane
When everything isn’t enough
Nothing can stop the rain
How can you trust love
When love is nothing but pain
How can you see love through the
Darkness when you can’t stop the rain
Lightning strikes across the sky
Tears fall on the picture frame
When love comes and breaks your heart
Witches and warlocks can’t stop the rain
Love is so hard to find when love is
So easy to lose, what can you gain
If you risk your heart for love
Knowing you just can’t stop the rain
©VishalDutia
The Alternative #Poetry
Counted on, but don’t come through
Stuck in just one point of view
Never sure of what to do
To justify the means
Mind is racing, spinning wheels
We’ll never know the pain she feels
The alternative, has less appeal
And doesn’t come with laughter
Only tears and big regrets
Not knowing where to place his bets
She constantly wonders why she let
Her loved ones go away.
– VishalDutia
Piping My Eye
Salty old river
Flowing gently
Downwards
In space
Running off
The waterfall
That is my face
Spare me the tears
Sweeping break up song
Make my tears whell up
Emotionally written script
Make misty eyes for me
Baby anything to music
Make me be blind with tears
Speaking of all our years
Out of the blue waterworks
Holding me tight that first night
Let if flow freely
There’s plenty of tears to spare
Have you seen me?
You might’ve seen me walking along the road
Long golden curls, headed for home
Soft blue dress, with little orange flowers
Hopping in puddles from April’s rain showers
Or you might’ve seen my face plastered all over town
Missing child posters “NOT BEEN FOUND”
Amber alerts, sirens blare
No one really knew me, but suddenly they all care
Maybe I’m locked in a basement, or wrapped up in a sheet
But you came to your conclusion when you found a retainer full of teeth
Flowers growing in the cracks in the ground
No one heard my screams, because I didn’t make a sound
Where is she? Where is she? Is there any more? I’m just right above you, under this dirt floor
Have you seen me? Can you hear me? I’ve been scratching for days
He told me that he loved me, but I didn’t want to play
My dress is buried in the mud, as are my locks of hair
And if you look a little closer, you’ll find some child bones growing there
He tasted my pigtails every day, suckled all the sweetness
Told me they tasted just like cotton candy peaches
I tried to get away, I tried and tried but to no avail
He knew I was a liar, when I said I wasn’t a tattle tale
I dreamt of mommy’s kisses when she would tuck me in my bed
It’s always the big girl thing to do, instead of cry and beg
I saw little stars dancing around my head
As his grip squeezed tighter around my little neck
He buried me fairly softly, gave me a kiss goodnight
Wrapped me up in plastic bags and turned out all the lights
The earth is my pillow and my room is the sky
Don’t ask any questions because he won’t say why
Have you seen me? I think it was too late
You did not get to see me, until I met my fate.
TRIGGER WARNING: this was inspired by a very tragic kidnapping case that I saw on the news.
Unwanted Tears
These tears
Will leave.
I know it.
I made them..
You just don’t-
Don’t know why..
They appeared
In the first place.
My Love Life Facts (I wish my mornings would be) #8
I would love to wake up entangled in-between her and I would feel more at home wherever we would be,
rather that’ll be my home.
Tears
You know those tears you get
When you remember past
And you wish the past could be corrected
But it isn’t
And the tears just fall to the ground
They soak into the Earth
And you can’t wipe them away
Rape Doesn’t Hide #Poetry
Rape doesn’t always hide
At parties and outside clubs.
Rape doesn’t always hide
In dark alleys and empty parking lots.
Sometimes rape is right in front of you,
But you choose to look the other way.
Rape doesn’t always hide
Behind the faces of strangers in the night.
Sometimes rape is hiding behind the closed doors
Of your uncles,
Cousins,
Fathers,
And brothers.
Rape isn’t always loud-
Screaming, yelling, and crying.
Sometimes rape is quiet-
Gasping for air and silent tears.
Vishal Dutia 
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