Divya Mehta
+6She turns to touch my burning chest.
I lay my hand upon her breast.
Her heart pulses, her tears pile.
She yearns to see my hardened smile.
Her shadows reflect my internal pain.
She craves my soft, but its all in stain.
I’ve lost that man, that happy jew,
He’s become part of the lonely queue.
What wars these eyes are subject to,
What murders these hands have done, will do.
All for a bloody man’s horrid famine,
His heart left unfed of love, of salmon.
For his suffering, she suffers tonight.
As our race continues to survive, to fight.
Heil, I hear general voices repeat.
Another innocent Jew burnt on Berlin’s street.
This poem was written/submitted by Divya Mehta.
+21Discovered and Gone ?
Who do you think you are?
Veiling me in my own shadows,
Dusting off my colors, my flames.
You bring me down,
Daybreak, when I await your company,
You scathe the chances,
You pierce the soul.
I await during moon, star and sunlight.
You care no more than a grain of thrifty sand.
Cause you’re a jewel of night,
The nightingale bird,
The only gaiety smile in hell.
The color of a stormy even’s rainbow.
You spurn me, shun me,
Yet for that I love you.
You hurt me, kill me,
Yet I’m alive cause of you.
You are no more loved than love allows,
No more loathed than feelings grant.
You are what you are…
A ribbon of caramel through a cold, white ball,
That blue speck of purity in a radiant, red flame.
Never knew.
Never know.
Never will.
Discovered and gone..
Flown in to mystical winds.
This poem was written/submitted by Divya Mehta.
+6 Once,
They looked up the meaning of love.
Books and words and pensive eyes.
“An intense feeling of deep affection.”
She looked up,
A quick glance at her beloved.
Handsome golden,
A baby brown stare.
A dumb grin, dimpled cheeks.
Thinks,
“How could I love you more?”
This one, another.
Quiet in a corner.
His mind ponders,
Lost in the wind of her memories.
Grief fills his wet eyes,
A meaningless heart beat.
Another.
Then, a whisper.
“She’s gone.”
They look upon her
Pride in their smiles.
The feeling of achievement,
Faith and belief.
Diligence, another award.
“She’s my daughter.”
He silently sits,
His heartbeat matching the fleecy creature’s,
A soft hand on soft fur.
A whispered cry,
A faint purr.
“Meow.”
Giggles.
Gossip.
A compassionate hug.
A feeling of security,
of belonging and affection.
“I’ll be there for you.”
He,
Tiny and frail,
Hurt and eyes welled up.
But an optimistic smile on his face.
An insightful gaze at his mother.
Belief and faith deep in his eyes.
“She’s here for me.”
He looks upon his kingdom,
His people free and wealthy,
Prosperous and healthy,
A smile brightens his reflective face.
“I’ve won my life’s only race.”
Affection.
Grief.
Sacrifice.
Belief.
Love? 
This poem was written/submitted by Divya Mehta.
+9Frames, Feathers, Dust.
Hollows, Love, Lust.
Within withered weathers…
Shallow, hole shadows.
Turn,
Quirk.
It hurts.
I didn’t expect a prick.
Redress the situation.
Bloom from night.
Dawn is here.
Dusk, no flight.
Betray,
Betray.
Barren.
Betray.
Always the same,
Never trust ‘em again.
This poem was written/submitted by Divya Mehta.
+6 Indeed,
This is another poem,
A love letter from my heart,
The heart,
That place,
Deep inside me,
Where you are held captive.
Not only are you embraced there,
But my eyes,
They’ve made you their prisoner…
Never letting go.
It’s hard love,
Especially when you’re around.
My heart’s jumping inside,
A sweet savor,
A juice,
Yea, a treat to my eyes.
Hey,
I ain’t lovesick..
But that’s only my mind talking..
My heart?
Its speechless.
That heart,
It never does shut up anymore.
Never.
Can you seal its lips?
With your silence?
Share with me your secrecy.
A few minutes of nothingness.
Fill those minutes with love.
Hon, I’m not sure,
Have you discovered how that bird flies?
Once you do,
Share with me,
Your secrecy,
Give my bird wings.
This poem was written/submitted by Divya Mehta.
+113 Sorry.
You did mean a lot to me.
I’m guessing you still do,
Since every time you say something,
Something unpleasant,
Something vile,
My heart shrinks…
And through that shrunken heart,
Passes a piercing shaft.
The shaft gives way to blood,
Blood, the same color,
The color of my love.
The love was deep,
It was.
Now.
It hurts.
Love hurts.
I am hurt.
You are too.
Or maybe you think this is bullshit.
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I was never good enough.
Apologies.
I’m sorry.
This poem was written/submitted by Divya Mehta.
+13 Free Fall.
A dove flies free,
From the sunken ship of duties.
Repetition makes me,
I am not worth freedom.
A dove flies free,
From the sunken ship of imprisonment.
Wings slice the air,
I’ve given away hurt and despair.
A dove soars high,
Away from the safari of blues.
Sadness was then,
I am different, my past, I leave behind.
A dove soars high,
Away from the crash of burdens.
I relinquish memories.
Even pain requires freedom.
I am a fonder of youth,
My arrest is unleashed.
It is eaten away.
I believe,
I fall free.
This poem was written/submitted by Divya Mehta.
