I am in my early 20s and I have been writing poems for a couple of years now.
why did you lie to me and called me pretty making me to 'actually' accept it, 'Am I really pretty?" . when everyone else
By Riju Chaulagai8 months ago in Poets
going through the hard day even though, every moment feels like, giving up yet the night awaits the darkness when you
The invisible eyes, stared at her When she directly stared at its soul Room felt much larger Volume on top Same song on loop
I wanna give you a rose A blue rose Plant it well Taking a good care Near your window Nearer than stretched arm
cheerful smile of yours dazzling face reflection of mischievousness yet guiding us with care memories in the camp
It’s ok if one sudden day, You wake up and not text ‘Good morning’ . It’s ok if one sudden day, You stop sending snaps
By Riju Chaulagai9 months ago in Poets
Drowned wholly onto those Intimidating, seductive Eyes of yours Picturing us together Holding hands, safe and secure
Me desolately writing With sole pen between fingers Away from the crowd This time just a foot Yet before was a dozen
i prefer dark starry nights than blinding days as you look at me between the eyes of moon of the exquisite roses; gloomy and calm
linen, rough walls broken windows jammed lids blazed fixtures . akine she almost shattered no shoulder to rest upon
Oh dear bird, pretty It’s really a pity to be born in this planet where nobody cares about you though they seem to care
chocolaty brown woods, and, pitch chirping birds orange leaves under step rustle, aeolian along . strange musky aroma