Poetry

They see her in light’she’s glowing so bright’They never see the dark’she’s hiding beneath her spark! women are always seen as light weighed,like a glass that once shattered and does not return to its originality.Most of us girls have bought up that way through generations and generations.some of us are...

It’s this feeling.This lightheaded feeling.The feeling of emptiness and disappointment.The feeling that frequently flickers through your ear,constantly reminding you that you are not good enoughthat you never be good enough. You can try and try and but yet never good enough.you isolate yourself from the world in hopes of finding...

Wish you a happy birthdayyou smile like a flowerspreads Love like a shower You shine like a moonlighthaving your future so bright May your path be full of progressI really like your words and phrase The whole class is impressed by youthe way of work what you do stay always...

In a whole conference call,I pinned you like a snow’s ballI listened to your melodious voice,and still, wish for listening to it twice Somewhere you were smiling like a flowerYour inner peace was appearing as a blushing showerI always tell you, about your light smilewhich pushes my patience miles There...

It’s not “Minutes” for me,It’s like heaven is in front of me,It’s not only a conversation;It’s like too much care for me !! I’m completely engrossed with your Voice,I don’t know ‘ How you are my choice!If I am in a fix, you guide me stepwise ;If I am confused;...

And I’ve seen my thoughts rubbing off often before coursing to paper. There’s a buzz going on there always. And I’ve been meaning to operate it only with some kind words I manage to spit.The rush here is heavy. There’s an overload of information misinformation, panic, anxiety, awkwardly drawn-out possibilities...

Compassion can be a little broken sometimes, like any other thing. It can be tethered sometimes delivering love in crises. But what’s more, a warning is people not realising it and getting convinced otherwise. You can’t overpour the world-devouring yourself.Excavating compassion I discovered bruises unlearned. Things that we don’t talk...