I am an article writer, a blogger but I hardly can call myself poet. A girl who ran away from poetry is now indulging herself into poetry. Maybe I want to be the next Emily Dickinson! I am often called 'Writing Machine' because of rocket speed typing and witty thoughts. Who says who talks more cannot write? It is always the more, the merrier! Writing is the food for my soul.
Seeing the bars
My heart was trembling.
The man beside him knew us.
His ugly laughing face reminded me of every grave mistakes that I committed.
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After passing the night with confusion
I thought that I am too habituated to the urban life.
Is it really necessary to leave my cozy bed and
See the unseen?
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Stop coming in my dreams
So that I can sleep peacefully,
Do not bother even if I wake up or not
Because it suits you perfectly.
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You are not going to wake up,
No matter how many times I call you.
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