The night ends your daydreams and nightmares,
Let’s start a new journey with a new hope.
That this new day will never ends,...
This is a poem for someone who's trying to do what is right but still no one appreciates.
This poem is about changes we go through from a girl child to a woman or a .mother
eighteen is an awkward age where we see the world in a different manner. sometimes we fall, sometimes we hurt and sometimes got disappointment. the poem elaborate the age...
Once upon a time, there were six children
Among them, the third is the father's favorite one
He treasures her like a diamond ring...
Whoa..Pop star..dreams of many . Pop outfits, Music beats , spotlight , popularity , fame.. Its amazing
He is busy all the time –
I ask him what keeps him so;
He says he likes being busy,...
In this world full of violence, hatred, hypocrisy, hunger - both for food and for power, discrimination, I always look forward to my "home", the only place I find love and peace. But the question is can we not make the entire world our "home"?
The Moon has always fascinated me. Every night, in spite of the chill, I venture through the tranquil dark and take delight under the beautiful Moon which itself has always provided me with solace. This is a dedication in return of the joy granted!
This is a bit soapy. Found it along with my old notes :D Taaaahh, written during a lot of years ago and decide to post it here.
Because I was staring at him and nobody seem to know. :D
Difficult is an exam
For I don’t understand
The problems he presented...
this is based on a real story.about my inabilities to completely surrender myself to any man and make me unable to enjoy the pleasures of relationships that it frightens me so much.
Life is journey, death is peace... only the transition between them is painful. Seeing loved one in pain.... can be heartbreaking.
This is the first time I'm writing something for typotic....Hope you like it..... and I'm sure it's something you can identify with.
Only when the corners of your eye
Is pressed to your pillow
And your tears fall into it...
The marvellous fear
The beautiful nothing
The wondrous sadness...
The trees here are the same
The people
The roads...