Biography of Mehar Chauhan
I've noted my ability to write two years back..n from then on i've written quite a few poems.I love writing poems and i write only when i'm totally into the subject, i write. I love that. I'm still learning and i would like to develop as a poet slowly and steadily.pl. feel free to comment.
Mehar Chauhan's Works:
nothin yet! -i cant predict the future.
Mehar Chauhan Poems
Knowing Myself Now!
This habbit of letting things happen, of flowing with the wind, of saying YES to every opportunity, is letting me see a new side of me.
No Time For What? ?
There is no time for LOVE ah! now you know i'm lieing but i insist, priorities rule- NO....i am not being rude- Or am I?
Hundred years you wish to live! How many for your greed? How many for your soul?
Life @ 19.
How strange is this feeling of changing over a period of time, not knowing why, how, for what. but now i have started giving a thought.
The End Exists!
Enough of illusion that persists, i had an overdose and feels like shit, how could i get so worse-? i.....was an idiot, there's no body to curse.
I'm loving it, This second, this moment it is, never thought i would get it, so far-that i cant hide it,
Sometimes, i don't seem to understand people. They wish they had joined us in happy time, but wish ain't enough i guess. They wish they could live like how they want to,
Oh! I See
Blindfolded we are; with eyes wide open Hidden in nooks and crannies Are quaint sights Of which we are innocently oblivious
You Are Beautiful
Mesmerized by his warmth I followed HIM, I followed HIM like how we follow stars, Only to say Hello-goodbye My journey was in complete sync with the music,
Live And Let Be
Live and let be Dear ones- live and let be.
And I Rise
And I rise To close my eyes and walk To my daily chores Eat my breakfast-with my eyes closed-[whats to see there? ]
Not once upon a time, but yet again i whine, as i get a feeling- so amusing, so confusing, certianly consuming;
You.. Yes You.
I am completely over you. I mean i m done thinking about you, as you no more give me bliss. Instead i feel pain realising you were never there.
To Reach Out
Its Strange help u ask of me i want to; really. Understanding, yea that is the word. I bow to you- thee society.
Knowing Myself Now!
This habbit of letting things happen,
of flowing with the wind,
of saying YES to every opportunity,
is letting me see a new side of me.
like peeling old skin & looking at new one glow amidst the sand
Things are coming clear,
clearer actually, once i looked into myself.