Sharing poems and stories , trying to paint my feelings using rhymes and metaphors.
Photo by James Wheeler on Pexels.com Rusted door and dusty shelves, bushes and weeds in our beloved garden, life was a rush and we forgot how to love. Money , bills and a life boring and still , daily humdrums rusted our shiny life , and we stopped looking eye to eye. Photographs engulfed by … Continue reading What happened to us?
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere,They are in each other all along.Rumi The above quotation of Rumi inspired me to write this poem (or song). I don't know if it's relatable but still I wrote it. Hope you will like it. Remember me, when drops of rain kiss your lips and when the wild wind wraps … Continue reading Be my home again.
Photo by Vicky Thao on Pexels.com Full moon and dazzling bone fire, waves rolled and broke on the shore, our fingers entangled like the tiny threads of hope. Shooting star crashed alone, and all I wished was for you evermore. You looked in my eyes, and said girl you are mine. Melodies and beats from … Continue reading Evermore.
Maybe this picture doesn't suit this poem but when I reached here I wanted to sing this poem and hear the echo. Well I wanted to write a song but I don't know how to compose music so I wrote this poem called Goodbye. Hope you will like it. Your love, the burning flames in … Continue reading Goodbye.(Poem)
Pic credit -Mayuri Srivastava, Pic location-Nainital (Uttarakhand, India) I was the far end of the shore. He was the wave dancing in the sea, and every time he rolled on the shore , he stole away a part of me. I was in him in the raging storm, and in the calm of the wild … Continue reading Waves and the shore.
Here is a poem ( or song) that I wrote for a heartbroken boy who was in love again but was too afraid to accept his love because he was afraid to break his heart again. He lost his hope in love . I wrote this song from the perspective of a girl who is … Continue reading Oasis.
The book "The God Of small Things " by Arundhati Roy inspired me to write this poem . Well the book is much more than what I wrote in this poem , "Who should be loved , and how . And how much " these lines and the love laws inspired me to write this … Continue reading Secret ride to her lover
Saw him on the streets last night , a stranger walking by , and the whispers of past reechoed in my mind , a forgotten dream turning alive . Back then , we were fifteen , when you said you loved me , with a twinkle in your deep brown eyes , and I wrote … Continue reading Still Alive
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