Shagun Khera Poems

they uphold the flags that bring them down...
all kings nothing..without crowns...
bleeding to death for a mass who forgets...
wicked spell of oblivion...without regrets...
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this is not a love song..or some silly poem i write for you...
this is not even something i need to remind you..
but just because today i thought wat do i feel for you...
i took a piece of paper and started jotting my feelings through...
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And I sit there on the mountain top….
Singing melancholy to the valleys of the dead…
My guitar weeps with me. the tears of despair.
Craving for the memories…which once lived here…
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Here it comes again...
life wasted to ashes...
groomed and designed in a glistening box of oblivion...
with garlands of tears pelting for a departure unknown...
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One again.. the cold breeze robs him off his sleep..
And in the early hours of morning..
Amongst the sleepy lull of his room…
He walks on to the window of distant hope..
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main rasta hu ajeeb sa..
mujhse guzrna mushkil hai...
main kaafila hu bebasi ka...
mujhse niklna mushkil hai..
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It boils within.. the ugly past...
clenched wrist and a tormented mind..
rage bestowing the evil within....
hurried by corruption of sanity....
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Entangled in the aroma of rosy candles,
Your face glistening like gold in the sunshine….
Smiles painted all across the room…
The birthday tunes dancing to the momentary rhymes…
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Hole in my soul

Sing to me..the forgotten years of joy..
purified expressions of immaculate ecstasy..
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I have closed my eyes..
for the truth is too blunt to see..
i know...someday…you'll walk away..
and leave me behind…
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