Guaranteed to make you feel something
Leaves fall, seasons change, Birds fly south, return again, Nature's cycle flows.
By Nimish Gounderabout a year ago in Poets
Fleeting moments pass, Ticking clock doth not abate, Time, a river flows
Eight hours of sleep, a luxury so rare, A gift to the soul, a break from despair. Lost in slumber, no worries in sight, A peaceful escape, from the troubles of night.
If walls could talk, they'd recount a tale of woe, Of lives once shattered, love that turned to snow. I am a witness, to all that's come to pass,
By Nimish Gounderabout a year ago in Humans
Oh muse of verse, who dost grace this page, And with your gift, my words dost engage, Hark! Let me sing of a thing most rare,
the confetti-woven eyeliner drips down my cheek it didn’t even make it to the morning i move his hand off my exposed midriff
By Nimish Gounder2 years ago in Poets
the confetti-woven eyeliner drips down my cheek it didn’t even make it to the morning i move his hand off my exposed midriff
My father makes me feel like drowning under the weight of misery. No, really. His voice echoes our house with demands. He’s not home in the mornings to wake me up for school, nor is he home to hear about my day when I get back
By Nimish Gounder2 years ago in Families
When life gives you lemons… Summer, what a time. Three months of sunbathing, pool swimming, and endless parties. Warm late-night adventures, romantic sunset dates, life simply feels happier right?
By Nimish Gounder2 years ago in Humans