Deepa Thomas (28th August / Kerala, India)
Deepa Thomas Poems
I am a night traveler Travel all through the night And my bed is a sailing boat I reach for my bed every night
God created us like a blank paper More white than milk More pure than rain
Girl In Cemetry
Alone in that desolate cemetery Not a single soul around Near the grave with a marble angel Laden with a bunch of roses
Another day paving the way For night to reign Fading away slowly Never to return again
Let a thousand miles come between us I can still feel your love Warmth of your breath Safeness of your arms
Can Words Express More
When silence can talk And communicate in volumes Can words express more?
Dark, Mysterious eyes, Holding a hundred untold secrets In their hidden depths Gazed, deep into mine
A lonely bird Talked to me one day About life, about love About loss, about gain
Sitting on your regular park bench Watching the people around Deep in your own thoughts Smiling occasionally
Sometimes words loose meaning Like on this grim and depressing night Today even my own image Expunge me with renewed dread
What makes you superior? Or makes your neighbor inferior? Is it the colour of skin, Hair or blood?
Lost In Love
Like a lit candle in the bright sunlight Like a tear dropp in the vast ocean Like a sand grain in an endless dessert Like a musical note in a concert
You And Me
Like the feel of bare foot On the wet grass, Like the scent of mud After that summer rain,
He And She
He asked: “Why do you love me, Even when I hurt you? Even when I have nothing to offer? Even when world is against us? ”
A word not said
A promise not kept
A vow not taken
A world not built
A dream not fulfilled
A hope died down
Can it bring so much pain?
Can it bring new tears?
Can it hurt so much?
And bring many regrets?