Just be myself? When I was born,I had the scent of my motherThe voice of my father,And eyes, poetrySeptember 21, 2021September 21, 2021No Comment
Monday violets I personally believeit’s easy to rememberpeople as colours.Poets make theblue of sky,My friends are cheery poetrySeptember 21, 2021September 21, 2021No Comment
In Love With Ordinary Fairytale No, I don’t care for poofy gowns,And, tiaras that twinkle luxury,I just want to put poetryJune 17, 2021June 30, 2021No Comment
Who’s living where? I am envious of street lightsfor they see more than II wish it were possible poemMarch 27, 2021March 27, 2021No Comment
This poem is whole I have heardpeople complainingabout writersnot writingtheir whole heart,always tryingto hide some part.And I have seenpeople poetryMarch 14, 2021March 14, 2021No Comment
Someone Somewhere You were my trance , a fortune by chance, an immaculate poem of romance, You were my poetryNovember 3, 2020November 3, 2020No Comment
पहाड़ प्यार है ऊँचे पर्वत,वो गोल रास्ते,थकी हुई, मैं सोचती हूँ,हर मोड़ पर,अब नज़रे हटाँउगी,पर दिल नहीं मानता,आँख poetrySeptember 13, 2020September 13, 20201 Comment
What kind of love is it ? What kind of love is it..?? The one which neither let you be at peace poetryJune 17, 2020June 17, 20201 Comment
#blueforsudan What colour of skin, do death and sufferings acknowledge? Don’t look at me now, pretending, UncategorizedJune 14, 2019No Comment
Poetry on my skin. Proud on shallow connections, You thrive to earn, All this fake affection, Can’t be a UncategorizedApril 3, 2019No Comment
