Poetry, stories, songs, anything. Words are beautiful; there are so many different words to express how you feel, to tell a story. Words are so powerful, I love writing and...
Ki Puchdeyo haal fakeeraan daSaada nadiyon vichde neeraan da.Saada hanjh di joone aayiaan daSaada dil jaleyaan dilgeeraan da.Eh Jaandiyaan kujh shokh jaheRangaan da hi naa...
i do poetry in more than seven languages. :)
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I jumped as i felt his strong arms wrap around my tiny waist,
my mind and body now awakened as the blood in my heart raced.
The atmosphere changed around me, the music no longer...
I have quilt in loving you..I'm not ashamed of who you are...It's just..I shouldn't love you anymore but..I still do & I hate it because I can't do anything about it.....
This is called "Dark Innocence."
Soaked in a fleece of her own perspiration,
the sweltering summer sun beamed down on her fair skin.
She heard the soft pitter-patter of tiny feet...
Words are so powerful. You can mean many different things using words, and you can mean the same thing, only say it in a different way. I love language. I'm obviously fluent in...
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Saudade............. “A deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for an absent something or someone that one loves.... it often carries a repressed knowledge that the object of...
I try to blink away these threatening tears
I try to think away these lurking fears
But i felt these sparkling tears soon marked its trail
That made me looked at my salted cheeks...
From the corners of my eyes
And falls, like salty rain.
What is the reason,
For all this unbearable pain?
I want your embrace,
Is that such a crime...
That night when you stood
on my front porch for the first time
with your head down
when I opened the door
were you shy?
or simply, slyly calculating?
She's alone now
With scars of sadness
Of being alone
Of the past
She drowned of misery
Of her own foolishness
Of her own
But then there was her ring
the black ring on...
The clicking of a clock
A reminder that time is running out
I try to hurry
The blood won't stop
I must pick up the pieces...
A knock at the door
"Are you alright"
A moment of happiness, You and I sitting on the verandah...
Shes like the wind, rushing over my skin sending chills down my spine. Shes like the breeze, whispering through the trees, brushing ever so slightly across my cheek and blowing...
~ Kisses are like tears, the only real ones are the ones you can't hold back. ~
Every girls wants a bad boy who is good only for her and every guy wants a good girl who is bad only for him.
A wise man once said... " Yes Dear."
My spoken word poetry experience - with audio*disclaimer - contains written and spoken profanity*You know the girl that turns up to poetry recitals alone? She always looks fairly...
Not really here.
I'm not here , but I'm not even there. I guess one could presume I was floating on the outskirts of existence? I did not write to confuse, I simple wrote to...