2 poems by Akhila Siva : “Nephron in my brain” & “People call me matured..”

Polaroid, Film, Blank, Retro
Nephron in my Brain

I don’t have to impress any
	I don’t have to convince any 
	There is a brain in my heart 
	and nephron in my brain 
	You may think I’m weird. 
	But my weirdness is with 
	whom I’m comfortable only
	Still sometimes my heart aches
	and I know, that’s how it has to be
Heart is meant to be broken at times
or else I’ve to pretend I don’t have one!

People call me matured..

I smile
I look carefree
I know where to hide my tears
I eat my pain 
I stand on my grounds
though with the fire in my eyes 
I may cry in silence, 
Yes, I do cry my heart out
but which won’t reach you
And I can hear you calling me matured!

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Akhila Siva

Valentine’s Poetry by Akhila Siva : Lemme Melt Into You






Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Akhila Siva

Akhila Siva is the founder and sole contributor of wordsandnotion and qualitynotion. She is a self motivated life long learner who believes in signs from the universe. When it comes to writing, she says “I’m flying across the space between words and whipping up whimsical waves of notion to discern the quantum code of my soul.” She is the author of “Know them, One answer to many questions” (a General Knowledge book) and “I Had a Crush – The 17 Kinks” (A free e-book of 17 short stories). Her works have been featured in several online publications including Fevers of The mind, Opal Writers’ Magazine, Indian Periodical, iwriteher, Spillwords Press and Puzha as well as in The Sound of Brilliance, an anthology. Akhila lives in India with her family and a house full of plants. She is a plants-woman breathing poetries and bleeding out all the intoxicated imperfections of her soul through her blog and twitter handle @wordsandnotion.

“I certify that the given poems are original in its content and doesn’t violate any copyright of any author. ”

Valentine’s Poetry by Akhila Siva : Lemme Melt Into You

A cradle of uncertainties
are stretching out it’s limbs
to enwrap my futile heart
Embrace me
No..not enough..
Just squeeze me
Lemme melt into you
until there is no space between
this moment and the ensuing

In you
the heart perceives
it’s euphony of love
In you
the poetry finds
it’s crowning asylum
In you
the drizzle rain unfurls
and undresses its ego

You let me float in the waves,
curl up with a book and
follow by crazy beats
You ensured my own space
Now take my breath with you
Press yourself on my wilderness
Make me aware of the worth of my soul
Rhyming with the beats lemme melt into you
like a free falling never ending rain!

Wolfpack Contributor Bio: Akhila Siva

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