Vishal Sharma Poems

pain is your middle name
you are so expert dribbling with my heart
your goal is to make me cripple and useless
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tonight my mind is singing my pain
one after one they are being released
you think i am tearing down my vocals
my spinal cord vibrates with pain
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my love would never die
nor it would again gain breaths
you killed me half, left me alone
now i am living only for the sake
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bottom of my heart still loves her
i know it is useless wasting ink upon she
rather i may catch winds of my alone memories
i am baseless with a heart still hopeless
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sometimes i try to write verses over the broken leaves
confined in solitary pain and agony-the darkness alone
rather my thoughts over tall trees may bring nightmares
i see things that my translucent soul tries me to see
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cut the words into halves-share it between ucut the words into halves-share it between us
take half with yourself-other half for me
make lovely verses with them-you do it alwaymake lovely verses with them-you do it always
tie the string of our poetry at last-make pearls out of tie the string of our poetry at last-make pearls out of it
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some roads are less travelled by
they know the pains of being broken
they have the power to diverse
they wait for the decisions of travellers
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just think
flowless paints
upon mirror
of broken time
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Sometimes
it rains words,
hurts and crucifies,
has the power of ice;
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