"La poésie est une histoire en soi
N'a pas à rimer
parce que c'est beau de toute façon"
Along with the Emotions and Our tears on each other’s face, The smell on the nape of our neck, The chills in our spine, Under the same roof,
By Chandni Venkatesh5 years ago in Poets
Fingers tremble like if it ever knew how to write; My thoughts are tangled like I could never think. The feeling of helplessness screams out loud
Every time I meet the wrong person, I say to myself Yes! This is it. This is the true love... Until Until Until I’m broken into pieces!
By Chandni Venkatesh6 years ago in Poets
I kept my hands dry! So as to when you could hold them, They aren’t wet anymore. I kept my palm soft! Only because you like touching them,
And that is it; that’s the love I needed. I imagine to be framed in your heart Hard enough not to escape. Now that you are not out here,
As far as he could see rubbing his eyes, clearing his view; through the window pane immersed in dew One of the European countries,
My heart is pounding I want. I don't! Like an infant's leg wiggling against the bedspring. Oh my God! I am struggling
Beyond the feeble light around, I see the dark romance I opened my eyes to the new life, Here your touch kept me breathing...
In the dim light I sat gazing the grey sky. Out of my window pane the grey sky was starless and sombre depicting the inner-pain.
By Chandni Venkatesh7 years ago in Poets
He’ll never walk away He’s here to break our hearts He has never let us live He has covered our faces from the past... He has stolen my life