Four naked foots ,walking silently; On the rough road, without seeing The road. An endless journey. Destination is the road it self. Full of uncertainty and sharp edges Cutting the soft skins To su… Source: Walking Under Moon AdvertisementsRead More Walking Under Moon
We are two souls of same kind, Hyaline and frozen . We left our heart and body; Many years ago, when we saw each other! We started our journey on the same path, Although from opposite direction! Days, weaks,months,years then century, All passed one by one. But still the distance is too long That […]Read More Two Souls Of This World
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Unknown city Unknown place Time moves fast At an unknown pace. White rooms Have slanting roofs Tall towers To look over what’s ours. Leaves turn brown The rain comes down The old stone still stands Pride and honour of this land. The night never sleeps Streets never end…
He is a writer With words bleeding from his fingers With storms raging in his mind In the calm of the night. He’s got demons chasing him In the day and in the night When nightmares clog his eyes He might as well write. How should I bear it? He asks with all his might […]Read More Writer
It was the woman ,a cause for your start and end and that’s why people shout everywhere, Ladies First!Read More It Was The Woman!!!”
Raging mind a poem of dark shade posted in untold views of our lifeRead More Poem : Calm Persona, Raging Mind
I don’t know why i like you so much, Although I’m not crazy to make you mine Cause im worried about the feel of loosing you. Memories binds our dairies of life, It feeds by those crazy fragrance Of our soul,but its too much foggy. How was the poem? Love to know from you.Read More An Untold View- Stories Of Our Life Poetry :My Broken Heart
You saw my feelings and you understood You were there for me as I knew you would How can I thank you for what you don’t know you have done? How can I thank you for seeing me as someone? You h… Source: PoetryRead More Poetry
People call me a bitch,behind me.
A painful poetry of a girl. The world beaked her heart many times. Now being a bitch is alright to her. A poem. Click to read more
(|) Hold my hand and stand for some time, Who knows may be it’s our last meet. May be this evening will never repeat again, All i got is some time; To see you closely. Oh dear,i don’t know ;may be […]Read More Hold My Hand ,An Untold View – Stories Of Our Life Poem.