Category: poem

Back in those days

Back in those days,Slowly we slept into our fears.All grown up now,We sleep all the way into our tears. Back in those days,We were pure carbon.Life pressed us so hard,We turned into diamond. Stars and moon,We used to gaze.Leisure is all but gone,Life is…

Cacophony of Thoughts

I was sitting on the porch, and it was a lazy afternoon. The dry breeze was blowing, and surprisingly, it offered some respite from the heat. in the breeze, i saw a few leaves fall to the ground, saying their goodbye slowly as they…

A Big 💓 for 💯

Progress is progress; no matter how small. Getting to the mark of 100 followers is a small singular feat for some people (the famous ones), but eventually I made it till here. A big thank you to the lovely people out there, for giving…

Let me know…

Talk to the rain, Talk to the sun, And let me know what you think Fly with the clouds Fly with the birds And let me know what you hear See the moon See the stars And let me know how calm you feel…

You’re Always Beautiful

Behind the clouds Has risen the sun Waking up the birds And the silent heart. Little gestures of love, That you always show Heaven is where fairies stay Home is the same with you. Daily chores to coffee sips You’re always beautiful, Football matches…

Booze Says it’ll be All Right

Its Friday night, and when booze flows; it says ” Everything will be all right”

Silent Night, Chaotic Mind

When the world sleeps down, lovers ignite the night. Its like beginning of a new day. Read on for a wonderful poem…

Time to Act

We get killed, there are cries We kill them, no one cries. We are hurt, we take care, We hurt them, we seldom care. We destroy them to live, little realizing We will be destroyed if they don’t live. The trees never speak They…

Cadence of Your Voice

We all have been there; felt it. The soothing voice of loved ones act as a balm over the burnt wound. To express the feelings, here’s a short little poem I wrote for The Higher Authority, and now sharing it here… Cadence of your…

बचपन की याद

Coming home is like a vacation, the same we took while we were young. Its relaxing, serene and calming. But its hard to be away from home. So this poem is dedicated all those people, with nostalgia associated to their home and job life keeps them away.

With Love, Happy Birthday

Staying true to my words albeit little (quite) late, here’s a beautiful poem for the wonderful person (otherwise known as The Higher Authority). Work held me up, or maybe I’m a Lazy Lad, and it’s quite evident to you, so bear with me. It’s…

Sleep or You

The day was over and dinner done with. Bae and I were talking something, while she streamed something on Youtube. I kept watching her, and instantaneously the first two lines came out. And then the poem continued, reminiscent of the days.