Not yet written. But would soon publish few stories of my life which have touched and changed me...
This young heart has gone through loads and still experiencing...
Life taught me some harsh lessons...and I am gonna share it sometimes...when they'll stop gifting tears, and I'll look back to laugh! Oh What a Stupid Girl I have been... more »
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kriti krits Poems
Distanced seems to be the shine on his face Yet his heart pounds at looking her grace Thinking he would give her space But time overwrote its pace…
Two steps together Our Myths says
My nights turned into blanksheets My breath filled with unwanted fits My being covered with sad shades All around, After a while,
Thoughts of You
Thoughts of You In the deepness of this blissful night Often the mighty moon shines to relive in my heart a feel
That Special Day...
That was a day, so often called special Her tears dried in her blood Her smile forbade her goodbye Her dive in thy ocean grew deeper n deeper
No sound is lovely to ear today No sight pleases the eyes Time seems to be moving To the dead end
You are the untouchable sun So far apart, yet a reach to all Shadowing your warmth blindly Enlightening the lives of the dark
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Distanced seems to be the shine on his face
Yet his heart pounds at looking her grace
Thinking he would give her space
But time overwrote its pace…
Realise it or not, he is growing into this old phase
For a term, it was called friendship
For a term, more than friendship
And remain was never said…
Wishes were in abundance in her heart
Thoughts were flooding her mind
Painful feelings overtook her inner plights
Yet, words were lost, disappearing from all sights
Realise it or not, she is growing into this old phase
For a term, it was called ...