Biography of Neha Kaushik
Im 20 yr. old, doing Engineering into my 3rd yr. now.Recently started writting, just an amateaur poet right now. I don't have any specific writting style just love to write about the things that are happening around me or inside me.
I like to pen down all the thoughts that swirl in my mind which i cannot convey.
As such im an introvert person, don't get mingle up easily with people, need time to make good friends.
I'm thankfull to my parents, my friends who helped me to grow as a poet.
Neha Kaushik Poems
Being A Women
Caged in relations, bounded by commitments, imprisoned by society, chained by customs.
Since You'Ve Left
You swore to walk along, through my highs & lows. Still you’ve left me alone, In this race of life.
The time has been changing eversince, the stories have been rewritten, so many people have become history, major happenings of past are forgotten chapters.
The Passion Of Love
Your eyes deeply penetrating into mine, conveying every word & line. Igniting the fire of your love, making it harder, to sustain my nerve.
When the night begins, a fear comes from within. In these lonely ways, there's no one who forever stays.
Satanic stratus benighted the world, An era of destruction unfurled. Evil clenching the pristine souls, Verdure shriveled; rising human toll.
Can'T Let You Go
Life without you is impossible to think, how will I survive, having no link. This frozen thought often scares me in night, I scream out in my dreams turning deadly white.
Mist Of Your Memories
Sitting by my bedside window, I often feel very low. Even this day has gone without your sight, turning down all my hopes, shadowing every light.
A Seidel Of Love
Entire universe revolved in the dilated pupil of her sapphire eyes opening the gateways of the ethereal world of soulful love
A Walk To Remember
A camaraderie that faded with passing time, Wrangle manifested our relation's fragile side, Acrimony filled our hearts and minds,
Symphony Of Souls
A dulcet euphony reverberating in the ambience, Starlit darkness adding to the evening’s crepuscular charm, Air aromatized by floral carpets, shrouding the place with an aura of love,
Her beautiful visage, a snare and delusion screening the verity of her malicious character A deceitful smile, an enchanting flattery baits for her tonight’s hunt
Sanguinity coffined buried in the graveyards of despair My soul asphyxiated within the coop of savage love
Webs Of Illusions
A mystical night contriving the threads of destinies as the secluded alabaster castle scintillates alienation of her soul palisade of glaciating waterfalls skirting its impenetrable bounds moonlight-shimmers creating a chimerical canvas occulting the cynicism
The time has been changing eversince,
the stories have been rewritten,
so many people have become history,
major happenings of past are forgotten chapters.
I’ve witnessed everything,
the stories, the history, the people,
and still I’m standing silently,
to be a witness to many more.