Biography of Rutvi Padhy
Hi there. I'm Rutvi. I'm 16. I love writing and reading. Love listening to songs. I'm a percabeth fan and a sandhirian. Hmm...What else? Yeah. I'm a totally crazy person and positively drive everyone around me crazy.
I guess that sums me up.
Rutvi Padhy Poems
I miss the way you’d hold my hands, I miss the way you’d caress my hair, I miss those nights beneath the stars, And I miss the last day in your arms.
If you really wish to leave, Don’t make it slow, I wouldn't stop you, You can leave,
Just a little drop, Yet you make me smile, Soft, cold, Yet I feel alive.
There were whispers I didn’t hear, Words I could not say, Things I didn’t see, And memories that couldn’t stay.
Pretty Little Rose
Soft like its petals, Pure as it’s red, She’s a pretty, little rose, Or so have they said…
The Game Maker
From his lavish throne, by the screen, He watches his players play, And as they stand tall in his devious land, The game maker smirks at his innocent preys...
Beauty And The Beast
If I were winds, you were storms, if I were bliss, you were remorse, if I were skies, you were wells, if I were mirth, you were yells....
The light wouldn’t shine for long, Darkness comes closer to me, And I try to escape its holds, But its clutches won’t set me free.
Not every mistake mends itself, Not every heart finds love again, Not every tear dries away, Then why I wish you’d never left…
A little spark in the midnight dark, The faint light designs a scar, Tenderly, it kisses away my tears, 'Pretty lady, ' it says,
How must I overlook these eyes... The divine azure that looks through me... How must I resist its depths? These eyes, they could ruin me...
The Silence I Know
That silence, It sheds no tears at souls in shrouds, That silence, It watches the world in shreds,
A Little Wait
To let thy fingers entwine with mine, To let thy soft breath tease my skin, To let thy heart beat closer to me, To let myself yet again love thee,
It’s cold, really cold, It’s as cold as it could be, It’s mine and it’s deep, It’s the tears you’ve never seen.
I miss the way you’d hold my hands,
I miss the way you’d caress my hair,
I miss those nights beneath the stars,
And I miss the last day in your arms.
I miss the way you’d cup my face,
Miss the way you’d kneel and tie my lace,
I miss those silent evenings in the boat,
And I miss the last letter you wrote.