Poetry work

She wrote him a poem, but it never got finished They both fell in love, but it was soon diminished She sits on his bed and cries in his lap She cries back at him, knowing they can't go back. Hours go by and neither one can accept That by letting go they are doing what's best At the end of the day, comes the part which she fears To let him go without shedding a tear Never again will he kiss her goodbye And just that thought makes her start to cry Now she'll finish that poem, and will write it today This is the start and here's what it says "You are my love, you drew me in With a voice like a king and the hardest skin Your eyes shine like silver and your smile melts my heart I know that nothing could tear us apart" That's what she wrote and let me just say That she'd never do anything to throw that away But that's not how it works; this world's bitter and harsh And then something happened, which drew them apart An old girlfrie...

WHAT IF..... WHAT IF LIFE IS SHORT, LIVING MAKES IT BIG. WHAT IF THERE'S DARK TIMES AHEAD?,YOUR THINKING MAKES IT TWIG. WHAT IF OUR HEARTS ARE WEAK, ITS STILL STRONGER THAN A STONE, WHAT IF MAKING CHOICES IN FUTURE, ARE NARROWER THAN A CONE. WHAT IF PEOPLE CHEAT OTHERS, AND TEAR APART THE RELATIONS, WHAT IF GOD TAKES ALL THE DECISIONS, FOR HIS UGLIEST CREATIONS. WHAT IF YOUR VOICE IS PRESSURED, AND YOU STIFLE TO GET THE TINIEST AIR,? WHAT IF THE OUTPUT OF YOUR CONCILIATION, DOESN'T MAKE THINGS FAIR? WHAT IF THE ANT BECOMES BIG, AND THE BIGGEST CREATURE SMALL, WHAT IF AT THE  STUPIDEST RIGHT TIME, YOU COULDN'T TAKE THE RIGHT CALL? WHAT IF THE PAPER TURNS BLACK, AND THE PEN GOES UNSEEN, WHAT IF BLOOD GETS DRY, AND YOUR RELATIONSHIPS GET UNCLEAN. WHAT IF WATER STOPS ITS FLOW, AND TURN THINGS DRY? WHAT IF THERE IS NO PAIN, THEN PEOPLE WILL FORGET TO CRY. WHAT IF OUR EYES STOP SEEING THE TRUTH, AND HATRED TAKES OVER AGAIN? WHAT I...

THE DIARY OF A "WOMAN" II I feel as if I wrote this myself alone,  Smothering my pain because my heart was a stone. Recessing on a bed nothing fancy but white, My life flew high and as far as kite. My beloved, I felt insecure in my childhood, I wish I had taken help, but none I could. I ain't complaining, nor I would cry, I just hoped for good things, which i couldn't buy. My partner was my first boyfriend, with whom I interacted the most, The second part had just begun but I couldn't raise the toast. I miss my loneliness, but I also respect my fame, Marriage gave me a new phase but also a new name. Not soon but early I hope for getting a new sun, This part of my life was incredibly fun. Being a human I cannot unlock all the doors of life, But I can make it sharp and as clean as a knife. I know my inside, but i never lose hope, Shoving my troubles aside I always find scope. My true friend is one whom I talk very excessive, But if someone steals her...

                              “Believe in yourself….” It doesn’t matter that your dream come true if you spend your whole life sleeping, So get out there and go for it, but don’t be caught waiting. It’s great to plan for your future, Just don’t live there because nothing really happens in the future. Whatever happens it happens now, so live your life where the action is now. It is unimaginably hard to save good memories, Probably the best scene to evaluate from all those short stories. Failure, a negative of success never fails to bring you back down, One who has not seen failure has never watched a leaf go brown. If you have never made success but still hope for better, Try to get rid of false predictions which could possibly make your life bitter. Unquestionable acts are a way of expressing your thought, A better escalating action will make long things quite sho...

Falling in love is just like the rain, its unpredictable but it doesn't gives you pain. These showers are so romantic.., cinematic in its own way! You’d never believe, they are so divine, it washes your sadness away. When rains touch the ground, sound of claps echoes everywhere, The smell of wet mud, this beautiful weather. ‘I LOVE YOU RAIN’ I swear. Whenever it rains it always reminds me of you, Although 5000 miles away is so far, but in the deepest of my heart I still love you. I remembered a darkened doorway, where we stood while the storm swept by, Thunder was gripping the earth, and lightning scrawled on the sky. With the wild spring rain and thunder, my heart confused about night and day, Your eyes said more to me that night, than your lips would ever say. I thought I had forgotten, but it all came back again,  Tonight with the first spring thunder in a rush of rain… As I gaze at the sky, whenever it rains, it’s the feel...

' THE DIARY OF A WOMAN ' We're strong, because we've been through bad times and we know our weakness, We're worthy as it took a long time to believe that we've worked through unworthiness. We're beautiful and no one needs to convince us of that any more, I believe that god must've brought us from his luxurious big store. I might have many imperfections but that doesn't make me imperfect, To spread love and happiness amongst many was my only main subject. Being a praying woman doesn't mean I don't have bad days, It means I'm willing to find beauty even in the ugliest ways. We have to reshape our perception on how we view ourselves, A woman a word of billion dreams it's worthy frame never sells. A woman is a precious gift to us, a gift which no one can buy, It's like the essence of those many dreams together you wish and they all fly. Woman is both practical and spiritual a combination of best of both worlds, She...