Category: English Poetry

  • Second Chance

    I gave it a second chance
    To what we say, yes ‘love’
    From coming out of a trance
    Even if I called it a bluff.

    This was different from the past
    Ready to give me a fresh start
    Just a leap away to catch
    But I kept us apart.

    Watching him from a distance
    Left me hurt and reeling.
    Being fearful of the past I witness
    Starts the fight of feelings.

    The wall protecting my heart
    Starts to fall
    Showing him all the scar
    Result of his patience and his calm.

    Clouds of past still surround me
    This demon fight drains me
    Even then he claims me
    Bringing perfection out of imperfection-
    That is me.

    The choice became harder
    As his love conquered every part
    And he became my harbor
    Last hope for my bleeding heart.

    So, I gave love a second chance
    My heart welcomed him
    Blossoming my died romance
    Making me believe in what we say
    Yes, ‘love.’

  • Second Chance

    SECOND CHANCE

    I gave it a second chance
    To what we say, yes ‘love’
    From coming out of a trance
    Even if I called it a bluff.

    This was different from the past
    Ready to give me a fresh start
    Just a leap away to catch
    But I kept us apart.

    Watching him from a distance
    Left me hurt and reeling.
    Being fearful of the past I witness
    Starts the fight of feelings.

    The wall protecting my heart
    Starts to fall
    Showing him all the scar
    Result of his patience and his calm.

    Clouds of past still surround me
    This demon fight drains me
    Even then he claims me
    Bringing perfection out of imperfection-
    That is me.

    The choice became harder
    As his love conquered every part
    And he became my harbor
    Last hope for my bleeding heart.

    So, I gave love a second chance
    My heart welcomed him
    Blossoming my died romance
    Making me believe in what we say
    Yes, ‘love.’

  • Vessel

    In the vessel of our hearts and minds,
    With truths, soul shattering and divine,
    Show me your naked skin
    And I’ll show you mine,
    The secrets that hide in the crevices,
    Love galore and filled like a goldmine.

    A head rush,
    A blood gush
    All sweet like cherry wine,
    Make me your muse
    and I’ll make you mine,
    Painting you as bright as the sun,
    and as intoxicating as moonshine.

    A taste of midnight,
    Entwined in the waistline,
    Touch my dreams
    And ill touch yours
    And in exchange
    Douse out the nightmares
    That plague the grapevine.

    Living in this great tragedy,
    With a stone for a soul,
    Kiss my scars
    And ill kiss yours,
    oh what a heavenly way to die
    cursed like a war crime,
    praying, preaching,
    amorously beseeching,
    till the end of time.

  • WHY ME, WHY ME, WHY NO ONE ELSE BUT ME?

    WHO’S PUPPET AM I?

    IS MY LIFE A TOY TO TANGLE WITH?

    AMI SOMEBODY’S SLAVE, OR IS IT MY FATE?

    WHY ME, WHY ME, WHY NO ONE ELSE BUT ME? I CAN’T LAUGH OR ENJOY THE PLEASURES OF LIFE, WHY?

    I CAN’T WEEP OR VOICE MY SENTIMENTS, WHY?

    I CAN’T DANCE IN HOPES OF THANKSGIVING, WHY?

    I AM RESTRICTED TO EVERYTHING, WHY?

    WHY SHOULD I LIVE IN A WORLD OF GOLDEN CAGES?

    WHY CAN’T I BE IN PEACE IN HEAVEN?

    QUESTIONS ARE MANY. BUT WHO CARES ABOUT MY ANGUISH?

    NO CONCERN FOR MY INSECURITIES OR MY FEARS, WHY LIVE THEN?

    WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE ME LIKE I WANT TO BE?

    I’VE LEARNED WHAT YOU COULD GIVE, IT’S PAIN.

    LEAVE ME, LET ME BE IN PEACE.

    I ACCEPT EVERYTHING OPEN-HEARTEDLY, BUT IT’S TIME YOU LET ME GO.

    LEAVE ME ALONE, I KNOW I’M NOT TO BE TOUCHED.

    NO MATTER WHAT I DO, NO MATTER WHERE I AM. WHY DO YOU CARE?

    DON’T, AFTER ALL, I’M WORTHLESS OF DESERVING LOVE. CURSE, CRITICISM, MOCKERY, THAT’S MY MERIT. WHATEVER HAS HAPPENED I SHOULD LEAVE IT. I’M TOO LATE.

    I’LL BE SAFE IN THE HANDS OF SUFFERING, LET ME GO.

    DEATH IS MY BEST FRIEND.

  • The Rivers of Nyx

    In the dead of night,
    With the icy wind blowing in
    To the depths of hollow within,
    Carrying with it the chirps of silence.
    It is then you let your feelings drift,
    You let out the rivers,
    Rivers of pain and dread,
    That have been hiding behind that beautiful smile.
    It is then you feel your demons,
    Eating away at the remnants of your shattered soul.
    You remind the pieces left of you
    That you do not belong,
    Not in life nor in death,
    That You are a glitch that needs to disappear
    And wishing upon a falling star,
    That you do indeed breathe your last.
    You lay there in the stillness,
    Letting your own thoughts kill you,
    Covering your mouth with your hand to
    Hide your agonising pain,
    And stifle your shrieks of carnage,
    To ensure the tranquility of
    The deafening cold night wind.

  • Social Media Love

    Social Media Love

    In the social media love, where hearts connect, Love finds its way, even in snippings, direct.With a single swipe or tap, a spark is kindled , A digital dance of hearts, emotions so excited.
    In the land of hashtag and viral trends, love blooms pixels, as the story transcends. Through screen and captions , love’s whispers do arise,
    A digital harmony hearts, with no disguise.
    Status updates and tweets, a language of the hearts, love expressed in emojis, a modern form of art.
    Words types and shared ,in the social media, love finds expressions , leaving heart in an embrace.
    Through selfies and filters, love’s glory unfolds, expression of affection, in pixels that never grow old.
    The virtual kisses blown and heart sent with in a click, A world of social media love, a connection that’s quick.
    But let us not forget, this is a digital affair,
    Love transcends the screen, it’s not confined there. For beyond the like and comments true love does reside, In the warmth of real touch, where hearts truly entrust.
    So let us celebrate social media love, but remember to cherish the moments that rise above. For in this digital world, love find a new way, To connect, to inspire and bright and glow every day.

  • The Silent Storm

    Deep inside I quell a storm
    That rages at the gates,
    A thundering cry to be set free
    Rides on the howling wind.

    Dive into the misery of unknown
    To witness the truth of myself,
    I wished to disappear.

    The high tides of emotions
    Leave me waddling
    In the cold depths of anarchy.

    In the shipwreck of humanity,
    There is a desire
    To let the Hell hidden loose.

    I feel the slow current
    Turn into an electrifying tempest.
    A twinkle of hope
    Screaming across the blue for survival.

    The cynical part begs me to do the same,
    But I slowly let myself drown.
    Immersing the last few thoughts
    In the shivering cries and chaos.

    The gentle fury of the sea
    Envelope me in it’s storming flames
    That burn away my existence into oblivion.

  • Full moon

    Full moon floating in the sky
    Squirting us with mysterious light
    Stays in all its forms
    Through thick and thin of life
    Gliding behind mists
    Sparkling lonely in the sky
    Squirting light to steer our way
    Warming our souls in hardest times
    A pal to all beings throughout the twilight
    shimmering solitary in the sky

  • Missing the Hate..

    Missing the hate
    Last night I saw her in my mind..
    Remembering how she tried to bind…
    Our feelings got hurt , can’t even express…
    You left me crying that day ,in that blue dress..

    You cruelly turned me down into pieces…
    Irony is..
    Those moments we shared ,
    is the thing My heart still misses..

    You were the one who gave me hope…
    But same you..
    Choked every bit of it ,like a neck with a rope…

    I tried on holding on you ,when you wanted to be freed …
    Thinking of others more , you had the emotion of greed…

    Did dumping me even worked for you ,
    The breaking of emotions i faced , you still have no clue..

    It has been days ,we haven’t talk..
    Coz’ you blocked me , I can’t even stalk..
    You replaced me like I was mere dead..
    I still find you ,in my world which you made..

    Still expect you ,in msgs , notification,and phone call..
    Willingly or not ..
    You caged me in my grief wall…

    May the person who hears this, will know my vain…..
    And understands ..
    Loving the wrong ,will only get you pain…

    Love the deservable..
    If in harsh times , they are available..
    Forget the person you still miss…
    Atleast pretend you possess the bliss…

    Now let’s end it here..
    For the god’s sake , I wanna make it clear..
    I was the one ,who mistakened to love you..
    Wearing the blue dress you left that i gifted you…..💙
    —Aradhya

  • world and us

    world and us

    We all spend time lookin at the world through a filter
    Darlin you more than just a perfect picture
    Don’t hide your scars cuz I think there amazing
    Every flaw god gave you ,you should embrace it
    Seeing a bunch of fake faces
    as I’m scrolling through my for you pages
    Thinkin bout the concept of beauty thinkin how strange it is
    I think people’s are bodies are made tailor fit
    I think your amazing
    Don’t need a filter to change it
    Learn to love the way god made it
    I think people’s bodies are made tailor fit
    Yeah eh

  • At the end you can

    Future is always unknown,
    Past has already taken place,
    But Present is in your hand,
    At the end you decide alone.
    To make yourself successful,
    Face all your fears,
    Let go of all those who are a barrier,
    Towards the end there will be no tears.
    You have to build your own worth
    You know your weaknesses and strengths,
    Schedule your work and make a routine,
    Because at the end it’s your win.

  • Daughters of the world

    The red string of fate
    Ties around her finger
    Binding her to a life
    A world not any Kinder
    Blazed to an extent
    Yet she stands brave
    A blossom so pure,so rare
    A woman of charecter
    She was there for everyone
    Developed a few mates
    Maybe a friend or foe
    A voice soft as roses
    Mane of pure haze
    A beauty so precious
    Puts even Venus to shame
    But the truth tis her soul
    A blanket of comfort
    Stands here a warrior
    Exterior of a maiden
    Yet, soul of a fighter

  • The higher you fly

    -The higher you fly-

    I believe my heart is an abandoned house

    Mountains are the only friends I’ve got

    Pine trees know better;

    What future’s trying to hide

    I believe my life’s a fairy tale

    Waiting for someone to notice;

    Waiting for someone to tell

    I believe it was all a lie

    you always fall harder

    the higher you fly

  • Midnight At Noon

    Midnight At Noon

    I heard your voice, when nothing made sense,
    Drowned out the noise, and let myself dance,
    Flowing through the air,
    Without any care,
    It’s just me here,
    There isn’t no glare,
    All I want to do is, let myself groove,
    Like the waves do along with the moon,
    Matching steps with you on the move,
    Fitting perfectly, midnight at noon,
    All I want to do is, fly in the sky,
    Like the stars do, shining so bright,
    With you along by my side,
    Hope to have a very goodnight,
    I missed your voice, when everything made sense,
    Want to have this dance, with you, just once.
    Again.

  • “A Glimpse Of You, A Journey Of Two”

    We swapped seats in train,
    You by the window, and me in vain.
    You wanted to see the world outside,
    And I wanted to stare at you with pride.

    The train chugged on, and you saw the sights,
    The mountains, the rivers, the city lights.
    You pointed and smiled, in awe of the view,
    While I stole glances, admiring you.

    Your eyes shone bright, with each passing scene,
    I couldn’t help but think how lucky I’ve been,
    To sit beside someone so full of life,
    A companion to share this train ride.

    We swapped seats in train,
    And I got to see beauty in a different way,
    Through your eyes, your smile, your delight,
    A memory I’ll cherish, a moment so bright

    She got off at her station,
    And we parted ways, without hesitation.
    Our time together, just a fleeting moment,
    A shared experience, forever a component.

    As she gathered her things, I couldn’t help but feel,
    A sense of loss, as if something unreal.
    We exchanged a smile, and a brief goodbye,
    And then she left, without a tear or a sigh.

    The train continued on, without her by my side,
    And I couldn’t help but think, what if I had tried?
    To make a connection, to ask for her name,
    But it was too late, the moment had gone, the opportunity lame.

    We swapped seats in train,
    And for a moment, our lives intertwined.
    Now as I look out the window, alone,
    I wonder if our paths will ever again be entwined.

  • I’m sorry

    The sun was shining and I just opened my eyes
    you were the only moon to my scary darkest nights
    Pouring these liquid into glasses
    Still remember Thoes smiles and unforgettable highlights

    Deep pain and thoes broken hopes
    You just washed all the tears it was raining though
    All day long sitting under the tree
    Sky changed it color as dark as me

    I thought I couldn’t take another breath
    I thought I would die if I took another step
    I poured all my love in a bottomless pit
    At last I got stabbed

    Still dreaming of you doesn’t make me bad
    Late night gazing does make me sad
    Last goodbye wasn’t that good for me
    We ended up on bad note
    It wasn’t you it was me

  • The contrary

    Yes she’s lost
    Lost in his soul
    She’s occupied by the darkness
    The darkness of his eyes
    She’s covered by shadows
    The warmth shadows of his love
    She’s broken
    Broken free from all the darkness

  • September

    Rich blue sapphires, and delicate asters
    grow in my empty heart.
    September-
    the leaves will change it’s colour soon,
    bright red with darker and colder nights,
    I never liked Summers.

    I learnt to make hot chocolate,
    with a huge scoop of vanilla,
    the brown syrup melting it in,
    dripping water in my mouth.
    The aesthetic scene looks so beautiful.

    I read a romance novel, with smiles and tears in my eyes,
    every page is a rollercoaster,
    with confessions
    and gorgeous lies.

    I made myself a banana cake, with
    cherries dipped in sugar crystals,
    clicked a picture of it with burning candles,
    and turned fifteen, nothing special.

    The asters will wilt soon, mixing
    with the rotten soil, the sapphires will get scratched by dull diamonds.
    But every day I spent with them will remain in my heart,
    as the memories are too precious and divine.

  • Individuality

    Each individual with different likes,
    Is unique in their own style,
    Then why do still exist these stereotypes,
    Of people considered to be smart and wise?

    Different taste, different interests,
    Different fields in which each excels,
    Then why are people made to feel low
    Forced to believe they are worthless and slow?

    Try to change the ones born to be star,
    Judge others without knowing who they actually are,
    So why do these people forget,
    The real thing to be changed is their own mindset?

  • The Distance

    its been feeling so distant
    even w you near me
    it feels so far away
    although u are w me

    i feel like that little girl
    thinking why doesn’t anyone want me
    i feel like a little joke
    thinking why does everyone laugh at me

    i don’t know how to feel
    about this whole situation
    i don’t know how to deal
    w this whole infatuation

    how could i leave you
    you’re my home
    but you feel so distant
    its like you’re gone

  • The outcast

    The outcast

    I have often been told that,
    I am a temple for bad guys
    and sandpaper hands,
    because I let them writhe their
    filthy fingers on my void body.

    I have often been told that
    I scribble that graphite too much
    and too blunt
    for they make men feel a less of a men,
    and me, a more of a women.

    I have often been told my mouth is
    full of bad poetries and ethnic slurs
    for I step over religion every day
    questioning the existence of that omnipotence.

    I have often been told that I am the epitome of
    wrecked hearts for I love too much and too hard.

    I have often been told that
    I am an egocentric bitch,
    cause I unleashed the secrets of men
    who ran their glib tounges all over me,
    and the sentences I create to tell my history
    could easily form the eulogy for me.

    What I have never been told is that
    I am allowed to mourn the loss of me,
    or how my forged words and unconventional
    beauty has made them fall for art and poetry,
    how the one who have breathed on the nape
    of my neck have rolled their tounges to say
    unintended I love you’s to forever lock a part of
    me,
    how, every person I met took the essence of me
    and now I am nothing but the extraction of every
    person’s soul and bodies.

  • PASSION

    —-PASSION—
    Day and night, I think of being elite!
    Every morning and evening, I want to strengthen my might!
    want to take a lofty flight
    Dreams to become a wealthy guy
    I know I have passion inside
    Procrastination and fantasies are my enemies
    hard work is companion beside,
    I ask people around,
    To help me find my ground!
    But no one knows, How capable I am?
    At the end Passion is the key I found.
    I love to hover around,
    Like a man think about, possibilities to overcome my doubts,
    Then quickly settles down
    Put my feet on the ground
    I know I have passion inside
    Will win the world with my might !!!

  • Light-in and Out

    As the lights go out
    And the batteries become dead
    That’s when we get out
    To cherish the moments we never had
    Enjoy the breeze and thunder
    And live in the moment
    Only for the moment to be momentary
    As the lights come back
    And we go back

  • Sometimes…

    Sometimes…

    Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a cage
    With no time to breathe or to turn the page
    But sometimes I feel like it’s better this way
    To avoid the thoughts that haunt me every day

    Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in noise
    With no space to think or to make a choice
    But sometimes I feel like it’s safer to hide
    To drown out the voices that hurt me inside

    Sometimes I feel like I’m longing for more
    With no one to love or to care or adore
    But sometimes I feel like it’s easier to cope
    To lower my expectations and give up hope

    Sometimes I feel like I’m overwhelmed and alone
    A paradox of feelings that I can’t own
    But maybe I need to hear a word of grace
    To remind me that I have a place in this space…

  • Threads of Love

    In a tapestry of life, two souls entwined,
    A tale unfolds, their hearts combined,
    A girl and a boy, their destinies meet,
    In a dance of love, so pure and sweet.

    They walk through fields, hand in hand,
    Creating memories, a love unplanned,
    With whispered words and stolen glances,
    Their connection deepens, fate advances.

    In her eyes, he finds a world so true,
    A haven of solace, a sky of blue,
    He’s the pillar of strength in her stormy sea,
    A shelter of love where she can be free.

    And in his arms, she finds her solace,
    A sanctuary of warmth and promise,
    He’s the rock on which her dreams reside,
    A love that stands, never to subside.

    Through whispered secrets and shared desires,
    Their souls ignite like passionate fires,
    A symphony of two hearts in tune,
    Creating melodies beneath the moon.

    Together they laugh, together they weep,
    Through valleys low and mountains steep,
    A partnership built on trust and respect,
    A love story that the world shall reflect.

    As time unfolds and chapters are told,
    Their love story continues, never grows old,
    For in each other’s arms, they have found,
    A love eternal, forever profound.

  • HEY,WILL WE?

    HEY,WILL WE?

    Hey, will we?

    Hey, will we meet again?
    Another time at another place-
    As better and brighter ones.
    Will fate and time conspire
    To bring us back to the point
    Where to complete the story
    That we haven’t begun,
    Either for a better closure or
    For a new chapter.

    Do I get a chance to see-
    the real you, the pure one.
    Will I get to see that your eyes-
    Staring at my soul and speaking
    Righteousness and secrets subtly
    I wish it isn’t too late or too early,
    I hope nothing will come in between
    As before, nothing will stop us
    Even the time or the universe.

  • 2020

    An Year where Prayers were unheard,
    Life was miserable
    and everything was so dull,
    The most hated year
    yet we could actually bear,
    we have seen deaths and depression
    with so less affection,
    Here is the time to say goodbye,
    and welcome a happy 2021,
    Hope this year brings us
    Happiness and joy,
    and we could actually mean what we say
    “HAPPY NEW YEAR”

  • The Virat Kohli Poem.

    Fulfill your desire,
    Ignite the fire,
    Bat through the tough times,
    Sometimes it’s 263, sometimes 49.
    Life can put you in a pickle,
    Laugh through like it’s a tickle,
    Whether you get a hundred or a duck,
    Life goes on, don’t get stuck.
    There is no map.
    Ride the tide,
    You are your own guide.

  • “Whispers of the Soul: A Symphony of Words”

    In the realm of dreams, where words take flight,
    I weave a tapestry of verses tonight.
    A poem, a melody, a symphony of emotions,
    Let my words dance, painting vibrant notions.

    In the golden dawn’s embrace, let us begin,
    Where the sun’s rays kiss the earth, akin.
    The birds serenade, their songs unfurled,
    Nature’s poetry, a harmonious world.

    Whispering winds carry secrets in their breeze,
    Murmuring tales of love, longing, and ease.
    They sing of distant lands, of mountains high,
    Of rivers flowing, reflecting the endless sky.

    Beneath the moon’s gentle glow, I ponder,
    The depth of night, a tranquil wonder.
    Stars sprinkle the canvas, like diamonds above,
    Guiding lost souls with their shimmering love.

    In the symphony of life, we find our rhyme,
    The rhythm of hearts, beating in time.
    Through joys and sorrows, our spirits soar,
    Creating verses that resonate forevermore.

    So let the pen dance upon the empty page,
    Ink bleeding passion, releasing its cage.
    For poetry is the language of the soul,
    A timeless expression, making us whole.

  • Blindfolded

    White colored roses
    cough black blood
    when I pin them in your
    intricate braid,
    thick, rattling like
    a snake in my misty
    eyes;
    hissing, hiding
    two-three wicked deeds
    I’m afraid to push
    my hand inside
    your nest,
    terrified
    of what I could
    find.

    I’m happy being blind.

    Floating in your biting love
    If only for a while
    I’m happy being
    Blind.

  • The Virat Kohli Poem.

    The Virat Kohli Poem.

    Fulfill your desire,
    Ignite the fire,
    Bat through the tough times,
    Sometimes it’s 263, sometimes 49.
    Life can put you in a pickle,
    Laugh through like it’s a tickle,
    Whether you get a hundred or a duck,
    Life goes on, don’t get stuck.
    There is no map.
    Ride the tide,
    You are your own guide.

  • Sometimes…

    Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a cage
    With no time to breathe or to turn the page
    But sometimes I feel like it’s better this way
    To avoid the thoughts that haunt me every day

    Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in noise
    With no space to think or to make a choice
    But sometimes I feel like it’s safer to hide
    To drown out the voices that hurt me inside

    Sometimes I feel like I’m longing for more
    With no one to love or to care or adore
    But sometimes I feel like it’s easier to cope
    To lower my expectations and give up hope

    Sometimes I feel like I’m overwhelmed and alone
    A paradox of feelings that I can’t own
    But maybe I need to hear a word of grace
    To remind me that I have a place in this space

  • PASSION

    —-PASSION—
    Day and night, I think of being elite
    Every morning and evening, I want to strengthen my might
    want to take a lofty flight
    Dreams to become a wealthy guy
    I know I have passion inside
    Procrastination and fantasies are my enemies
    hard work is companion beside,
    I ask people around,
    To help me find my ground!
    But no one knows, How capable I am?
    At the end Passion is the key I found.
    I love to hover around,
    Like a man think about, possibilities to overcome my doubts,
    Then quickly settles down
    Put my feet on the ground
    I know I have passion inside
    Will win the world with my might !!!

  • Sometimes…

    Sometimes I feel like I’m trapped in a cage
    With no time to breathe or to turn the page
    But sometimes I feel like it’s better this way
    To avoid the thoughts that haunt me every day

    Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in noise
    With no space to think or to make a choice
    But sometimes I feel like it’s safer to hide
    To drown out the voices that hurt me inside

    Sometimes I feel like I’m longing for more
    With no one to love or to care or adore
    But sometimes I feel like it’s easier to cope
    To lower my expectations and give up hope

    Sometimes I feel like I’m overwhelmed and alone
    A paradox of feelings that I can’t own
    But maybe I need to hear a word of grace
    To remind me that I have a place in this space…

  • “Whispers of the Soul: A Symphony of Words”

    In the realm of dreams, where words take flight,
    I weave a tapestry of verses tonight.
    A poem, a melody, a symphony of emotions,
    Let my words dance, painting vibrant notions.

    In the golden dawn’s embrace, let us begin,
    Where the sun’s rays kiss the earth, akin.
    The birds serenade, their songs unfurled,
    Nature’s poetry, a harmonious world.

    Whispering winds carry secrets in their breeze,
    Murmuring tales of love, longing, and ease.
    They sing of distant lands, of mountains high,
    Of rivers flowing, reflecting the endless sky.

    Beneath the moon’s gentle glow, I ponder,
    The depth of night, a tranquil wonder.
    Stars sprinkle the canvas, like diamonds above,
    Guiding lost souls with their shimmering love.

    In the symphony of life, we find our rhyme,
    The rhythm of hearts, beating in time.
    Through joys and sorrows, our spirits soar,
    Creating verses that resonate forevermore.

    So let the pen dance upon the empty page,
    Ink bleeding passion, releasing its cage.
    For poetry is the language of the soul,
    A timeless expression, making us whole.

  • “Whispers of the Soul: A Symphony of Words”

    In the realm of dreams, where words take flight,
    I weave a tapestry of verses tonight.
    A poem, a melody, a symphony of emotions,
    Let my words dance, painting vibrant notions.

    In the golden dawn’s embrace, let us begin,
    Where the sun’s rays kiss the earth, akin.
    The birds serenade, their songs unfurled,
    Nature’s poetry, a harmonious world.

    Whispering winds carry secrets in their breeze,
    Murmuring tales of love, longing, and ease.
    They sing of distant lands, of mountains high,
    Of rivers flowing, reflecting the endless sky.

    Beneath the moon’s gentle glow, I ponder,
    The depth of night, a tranquil wonder.
    Stars sprinkle the canvas, like diamonds above,
    Guiding lost souls with their shimmering love.

    In the symphony of life, we find our rhyme,
    The rhythm of hearts, beating in time.
    Through joys and sorrows, our spirits soar,
    Creating verses that resonate forevermore.

    So let the pen dance upon the empty page,
    Ink bleeding passion, releasing its cage.
    For poetry is the language of the soul,
    A timeless expression, making us whole.

  • A Lone Star’s Resilience

    A Lone Star’s Resilience

    In shadows cast by sorrow’s veil,
    There stood a boy, his heart grew frail.
    With tear-stained cheeks and trembling sighs,
    He faced a world where hope defies.

    In tender years, he knew not why,
    His parents’ love, untimely sky.
    Left orphaned, he was forced to roam,
    Through streets that whispered tales of home.

    Alone he stood, no hand to hold,
    In silent nights, so bitter cold.
    The world around, a heartless sea,
    Unaware of his agony.

    Society’s gaze, a piercing stare,
    Judgments weaved with callous care.
    They deemed him weak, a soul undone,
    A solitary battle he had won.

    Yet hidden beneath the cloak of night,
    A flicker burned, a spirit’s might.
    Within his core, resilience grew,
    Defying odds, he’d prove them true.

    Through trials fierce, he learned to rise,
    Embracing strength within his eyes.
    Each step he took, with grace and pride,
    His parents love his shield and guide.

    He forged a path, a world anew,
    A beacon shining, steadfast and true.
    With each success, he’d lend a hand,
    To others lost in life’s cruel sand.

    Though scars remained, etched deep within,
    He wore them boldly, battle skin.
    For in his pain, wisdom born,
    A testament to hearts reborn.

    And as the boy grew into a man,
    His story echoed through the land.
    A testament to strength and grace,
    A beacon in life’s darkest space.

    So let us learn from this boy’s plight,
    To cast aside society’s spite.
    For in our struggles, we find our might,
    And shine as stars in the darkest night.

  • Romeo and Juliet

    And all I do is miss you
    and the way we used to be
    All I do is keep the beat
    the bad company
    All I do is kiss you
    through the bars of a rhyme
    Julie, I’d do the stars with you any time..

  • GIVING IS EVERYTHING

    GIVING IS EVERYTHING

    We give because someone gave to us.
    We give because nobody gave to us.

    We give because giving has changed us.
    We give because giving could have changed us.

    We have been better for it,
    We have been wounded by it—

    Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet,
    Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.

    Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too,
    But we read this book, anyway, over and again:

    Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand,
    Mine to yours, yours to mine.

    You gave me blue and I gave you yellow.
    Together we are simple green. You gave me

    What you did not have, and I gave you
    What I had to give—together, we made

    Something greater from the difference.

  • Set my soul on fire

    Set my soul on fire
    I beg of thee,
    Confined as it is,
    Beneath wounds, and blood
    Thorns and mud,
    A sturdy citadel.
    All in ice, I promise of you
    You will not break it
    You will not dig through.
    It is in itself built of might
    Built stronger each breath
    By pain, and by spite.
    That it no longer feels alive
    Numb to all that gives life
    In pursuit to numb,
    All of that which took mine.

    Set my soul on fire,
    I beg of thee.
    I have gone cold long enough
    That I miss the pain of being burned alive.
    Why is my path dreary
    This way no thorn to spike
    No trees alive
    No stars that shine.
    Am I to embrace but the dull of life?
    An ascetics way
    Is it what you have chose for me?
    A dull Grey stitched abrupt, the tapestry.

    Set my soul on fire
    I beg of thee.
    For nothing strokes my curiosity
    Nothing finds me joy,in truth
    In lies, there is no solace to find.
    Nothing touches my soul anymore
    Nothing to amaze, to surprise
    To love, nor to let my blood rise.
    What is this numbness
    I have brought upon myself
    I know not it’s depth or expanse.
    I thought it a weakness to feel
    But not to feel, is to cut wings
    Of a bird of flight.

    I seek the sin of desire
    The urge to feel
    To make a stone bleed
    To make a thorn sing
    To feel the warmth of the winter wind.
    To burn snowflakes, to set the water free.
    Set my soul on fire,
    I beg of thee.

  • Afloat And Awake

    In the depths, I’ll keep myself afloat,
    Though saving myself from drowning may be remote.
    Sailing back to safety seems out of sight,
    Yet paddling on may yield skills to ignite.

    The priority lies in ensuring help is secure,
    Rescuing others from the waves, we endure.
    I’ll embrace patience, for I know its power,
    A reminder that waiting can be my finest hour.

    The shore awaits, its embrace drawing near,
    The current, a benevolent force to steer.
    I’ll persist in floating, with unwavering might,
    Until the blue abyss teaches me to ride the light.

    Across to the other side, my journey unfolds,
    Sooner or later, I’ll reach the promised threshold.
    With each moment, my resilience will grow,
    As I encounter the turf, a renewed spirit will show.

  • A Poetic Journey through Nature’s Realm

    A Poetic Journey through Nature’s Realm

    I wander within the gentle embrace of twilight,
    Where the moonlight entwines with its shimmering comb.
    The sky adorned by a symphony of stars,
    As night’s soothing lullaby whispers softly.

    The wind, an unseen dancer, gracefully moves,
    Caressing fields adorned in shades of green.
    It carries secrets from faraway lands,
    Whispering gently through nature’s grasp.

    The rivers sing their timeless melody,
    Flowing steadily on their journey.
    Their waters sparkle with radiant gleams,
    Reflecting dreams in rippling currents.

    Oh, nature’s vibrant and magnificent palette,
    Paints landscapes across the vast expanse.
    Majestic mountains reach for the sky,
    A testament to Earth’s grandeur.

    Through the dance of seasons, the world unfolds,
    With wonders and stories yet to be told.
    With each verse and poetic rhyme,
    We find solace in the poet’s chime.

    So, let us wander hand in hand,
    In this enchanted land of poetry.
    Where words are interwoven like threads of gold,
    And the beauty of language remains forever formidable.

  • I seek a home

    It’s been a long time for me to be longing for home,
    The world needs progress,
    Constant progress,
    Constant betterment,
    Steady is labeled as wood and dead,
    And resting is nothing but cowardly.
    You gotta run
    You gotta excellence
    You can’t be respected if you are tired
    Trying is not enough, at all.
    Win at what you do or there is no ‘OR’

    I want a home to stay lil far from this,
    A home that can hug me and won’t let me feel worse about myself,
    A home that won’t put its love as a reward after a successful result.
    I want a home that’ll remind me I am enough.

  • My best friend

    Best friend

    You,
    You are my heart,
    You are where I start.
    And my only end,
    No matter if I pretend.
    That i don’t like you,
    It would be no true.
    And it would be no false,
    If I say I won’t let you fall.
    It is my only fear,
    Every second every day and year,
    That I might lose you dear.
    It has not been long since we are together,
    I have seen relationships longer than ours and how they shatter.
    The reason I laugh is you,
    And you make me cry too.
    Our bond is so strong,
    That we can never go wrong.
    May the tides of lies flow,
    May the winds of deceive blow,
    It won’t affect us
    I will never let you go.
    I love you so……..,
    You can never know.
    You’re more than best friend to me,
    You’re a part of my life
    You’re always gonna be.
    Gurleen kaur

  • I seek a home

    It’s been a long time for me to be longing for home,
    The world needs progress,
    Constant progress,
    Constant betterment,
    Steady is labeled as wood and dead,
    And resting is nothing but cowardly.
    You gotta run
    You gotta excellence
    You can’t be respected if you are tired
    Trying is not enough, at all.
    Win at what you do or there is no ‘OR’

    I want a home to stay lil far from this,
    A home that can hug me and won’t let me feel worse about myself,
    A home that won’t put its love as a reward after a successful result.
    I want a home that’ll remind me I am enough.

  • A Leaking Heart

    A Leaking Heart

    And when the shock abated
    The ache set in, my hands shivering
    The voice that seeped through my ears
    To my body, now loud and clear
    The weight of each word burdening me
    I cripple, realizing
    All those harsh yells were spat on me
    How did I end up here?
    I wonder how long can my heart,
    Broken into millions of indivisible pieces,
    Hold the pain.

  • Doubts and issues

    Will I ever feel secure in my own skin?
    Will I ever be able to accept everything the way it is?
    Why do I always feel so low?
    Why do I always feel like I’m never enough?
    No one has to plant these seeds of self doubt in me when I do such a good job at it myself
    Then why, even when everyone says otherwise, do I still feel the same?
    I got a guy who says he loves me but why do his actions never show that?
    They say they’re just friends then why can’t I accept it?
    He spends all his free time with her and when I ask, he’s busy
    When she’s with him, he forgets that I exist, then what’s the point of me?
    Am I just to use? And I just to play?
    Do I have no meaning in his life? Am I just a stray?
    I care, I love, I worry, I give it all
    I don’t get anything back, it makes me feel so small
    All I ever wanted was stability and to belong
    Yet I don’t feel that way and it’s an end I’m trying to prolong
    Everything is temporary, even he’ll leave someday
    It can never happen, no one ever wants to stay
    He’ll see my darkness, he’ll see how unhappy I am
    My smile is fake and this joy is just a scam
    I’m a brooding soul, empty and black
    I have nothing to offer, just a bunch of words ready to attack
    I’m a failure, a bad person and no good at all
    I’m just a little hermit in this world so tall.

  • GIVING IS EVERYTHING

    GIVING IS EVERYTHING

    We give because someone gave to us.
    We give because nobody gave to us.

    We give because giving has changed us.
    We give because giving could have changed us.

    We have been better for it,
    We have been wounded by it—

    Giving has many faces: It is loud and quiet,
    Big, though small, diamond in wood-nails.

    Its story is old, the plot worn and the pages too,
    But we read this book, anyway, over and again:

    Giving is, first and every time, hand to hand,
    Mine to yours, yours to mine.

    You gave me blue and I gave you yellow.
    Together we are simple green. You gave me

    What you did not have, and I gave you
    What I had to give—together, we made

    Something greater from the difference.

  • Colorful Enough

    I thought you were my pink or my yellow
    A one who is my mellow
    And with the brink of me giving up on you
    Led me to realise that yeah
    The words you said
    ” You are my person, you are my blue”
    Are all dead
    With The things becoming worse and worsen
    Only then it clear my view
    Yeah you were my red
    My red full with
    Impatience and
    Love full with me
    Yeah,
    You were mine
    Cuz you were a rainbow full of colors
    My Pink, yellow, Red and Blue
    My joy my kind my rue with the light
    And in the Day and night
    In my mellow, my blues
    You were all mine.

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