I am person of less words...i write whatever i feel like writing...........don't know how I became a poet but well I do not know whether these are poems...but rather just some thought and glimpses of my mind. |
All the barriers broken taken away from roadway,
Life's nothing but useless and driftness...
Stabbed myself she says although she knows no blue
love is like a poem it not a game to prove...
In the darkest of night,in the deepest of...
Colored fields of red blood,
broken heart beating still in me...
The world changing inside of me,
There she stands in front of me...
As my nose bleeds and my veins shout,
you can't hear me scream the world is too loud...
Stab me I told them the holes punch my heart again...
I vomit it out and call it bloody still no peace...
The soft tender smile of a new born
Crushed under the hopeless desires of the world...
Here I finish here I bring it to an end
Crashing harder than the belief...
Trampled under the dead bodies
Awoken by the lightening...
Dreams crushed n realities strikes, makes no noise, but hurts like a knife |
The more you spit out the more you feel dirty |
And I pray with the chirping dawn and I pray with the rising sun, I pray with the diminishing light as I pray at night.......I pray till the world is forgotten, pray to be loved by you......© Avneet Nehel |