This poem is basically a wake-up call to all of us, a reminder that in our day to day life, we are forgetting to take of ourselves. Do love yourself as well..!!!
Very rare are the people who can fall asleep at night without a ‘Whatif’. Shel Silverstein in this adorable and cute poem describes 20 “whatif’s” that do not let this young boy sleep.
I want four showers a day a permanent slick on my skin. I want to peel. Lemon peel all over the table. God this is shit.
This poem is basically dedicated to all the women and girls out there who are a Warrior. The sacrifices they do and the pains they go through for pothers being a mother, a sister, a wife, a friend, and so many other roles. I want to say thanks to all of them and tell them you all are the strongest.
It’s an experimental genre I created, called #mathematicalpoetry (word split, tells a story within brackets)
It’s a combination of an experimental genre I created, called #mathematicalpoetry (word split, tells a story within brackets) and haiku
She treated him like he was a thorn in her side He didn’t stalk her, but would leave her wide eyed Rose to the occasion, didn’t cut short the life of a rose Displayed his…
With her marriage on the rocks, mind engulfed by sobering thoughts, she sips on a glass of Chivas Inhales the sacred smoke, exhales a sigh, heart broke, but thankful for the gift, deemed to be…
Foundational to life, a bond so strong When I’m shaken or stirred, they can do no wrong Night outs and dine ins, we relish every passing hour Celebrating with whiskey, may our relationship never turn…
I am lost In a city of longing, While she walks through The street of laurels. Bangles from the roadside shops Reflect her glory. I hear her gleaming laughter, And start to move towards the…
You left me drowning in the middle of the ocean. But instead of screaming for help, I found myself diving back into you.
Haven’t you asked yourself for once? That you rather believe in lies even though the truth will nearly chew you into pieces? That this truth is being served in your table yet still asking for the menu to order lies? Don’t worry, we all have experienced this stage. We tend to believe in lies to cover the entire truth. To avoid pain, to avoid suffering, to avoid hurting people. But remorse will always occur at the end. So don’t blame yourself. And don’t repeat the same mistake again.
I saw a girl.I saw a glimmer in her eyes.She’s wearing a contagious smile. She’s unmasked and every emotion just went out naturally. She laughs like there’s no tomorrow. Seems like there’s no room for…
Standing in the middle of the nightWith an aching soul and tattered mindWith no one to lean by my sideWith nothing to leave my grudges behindTill rain had splashed over meThen I realized, I finally…
Through every picture, every artist has a story to tell. This short poem reflects thoughts on stories narrated through paintings.
