A little bit more

A little bit more

Waving at strangers, drifting eyes,
Shining like the crimson skies.
Dancing echoes of giggles and laughs
Evanescent - the spells they cast.
Walking lanes with my best allies,
In forever summer warm Julys.

Singing streams, there was warmth galore
Everyday I lived a little bit more.

seeking refuge ‘der golden trees.
All these now just memories.
And now these walls scream out to me
what’s become of you, do you see.
Fallen leaves, empty swings -
chasing after wrong things.

You say you’ll wait until some’s done
Hold on for perfect tomorrow to come.
You leave words still untold
Holding on to hatings old.
From yesterday you may be sore,
But today, just live a little bit more.

So give it up, just give it in.
And feel your soul a tinglin’

Cause love’s been a long time coming
the guitar’s been waiting for a-strumming.
There’s no time left to take it slow
No time for hate no time for woe.
So Everyday live a little bit more
Everyday live a little bit more.

-Saakshi sharma

Be

Crescendo - fall,
I move, I stall.
Turn my back and regress,
need none to impress.

Stand no longer
begging at your door,
the seas are mine,
I embark from the shore.

enough even is, this dimming twilight,
For this ship's cradled by the mellow night.

My sanctuary has arrived.
Love lay there - I free it,
It's meant to go.

I can stop now,
put myself to sleep.
There is nothing left that i seek -
no, not even peace.

The stampede is over,
the lights are moving slower.
As you peek inside, you see -
This sanity is not meant for me.

-Saakshi sharma

Regression

Hither thither I wander...
She may be hidden in hamlets or quarries,
In evil, or lands of the Gods and fairies.
They could be things profane or sublime,
In opium fields or clouds of wine.

Try, will the skies, to stop me?
This delirium.
She's cast on me a spell of limbo.
Spinning things. Vertigo.

The world's conspired to steal her away.
But these drops of heaven
embedded in my soul's eye:
They will help me fine my way.

A forest yonder called me unto.
In, I walk, knowing the infernos will destroy.
But charred I am already
by those flaming within.

In flashes of light, is it you I see?
Exuding divine; Do my eyes betray me ?
Is this in the dark, an impostor vile?
Satan's incarnate; Devil's child?

No. I know that Godless face.
Enslaved, she waited in this place.
Without her, my realities were surreal.
When i free her, i free me!

Numbed. There lingers an odd stupor.
Frozen. Slow motion. My lady, behold her; 
Standing there naked, loveless, no shame -
In these forests i found, my lady with no name.

And in my body she will take refuge.
Not inebriated, this no delude -
For standing there is none, but I !

-Saakshi sharma

Magical Me

Beans and buttons and bubbles and bee
I'm love's embrace and all that glee !
I dance around i'm energy,
Hop along i'm magical me,

Rainbows, sun and smiles and smoke,
pockets empty, always broke,
Water whiskey, Rum and coke,
and full of shit, I'm magical me.

Lemon yellow bubble gum,
I'll be a bitch i'll be your chum,
spin around, come spin with me,
All happiness with magical me.

I'm loud and cute and tiny,
And all things birght and shiny,
So sing this song Doh-Do-Da-Dee 
Starry eyed - Magical Me

Aimlessly lurking around trees,
Jaw dropper- show stopper - My mirror goes JEEZ !
Purple, pink, I'm everything fun,
I'll give you my all, and then some.

Hoppity-hop, come jiggle with me,
I'm outta my mind, Magical me :D

-Saakshi sharma!

Coming back home for christmas

Coming Home For Christmas

Two steps down and he stopped to turn and wave,
There were knots in his throat, his tears would not behave.
He cradles her in his arms, it was time to say goodbye,
She would stand there waiting, he could see it in her eye.

The days went by, she cried herself to sleep,
She thought of her soldier, clinging on to his sleeve.
The tender, that warmth, emanating from his eyes,
Lying under the roof, where they made paradise.

Drops of sunlight, on the snow, they shone.
From her window she'd watch, the path that lead home.
A sound from the wind, the rustle of a leaf,
A giggle from the brook and her heart would leap.

Perched under the willow, she sat and reminisced
Those moments of togetherness, that gentle way he kissed.
Drinking every moment of the night before he left,
Unyielding when they made love in their cozy maisonette.

It all went quiet, they stopped singing - those birds,
Everything seemed faraway - the whispers, those words.
"My soldier, he should have been home yesterday",
Her December was breaking, this could not be God's way.

She sat there cursing the day he had to leave,
She knew he would come back, it was only christmas eve.
Knee deep in muck, those thoughts, they crept,
It wasn't untrue that all night, she wept.

And when finally her heart could take it no more,
There came a messenger at the door.
She heard it, she heard it - will someone make it unsaid?
He won't be coming home for Christmas - Her soldier is dead.

She crumbled, she winced, prayed t'was just a dream,
That she'll wake up tomorrow 't see him walk along the stream.
So she stood under the mistletoe, but he never came,
And it all turned black, things will never be the same.

She wept by herself in those lone hills of cypress,
Her soldier, he'll not be coming back home for Christmas.

-Saakshi Sharma