Biography of Raniyal Niyada
A law student who fell in love
with the magic of words, she happens to be...
Writing weird things most of the time...
Some Gibberish words arranged
in some crazy non coherent sense...
I find people re-reading them again
and asking me what does this mean...
lemme tell you my amigos...
There are just words formed in my head
that screams to be out in the space...
Raniyal Niyada Poems
Willow and pillow around me like a halo... lazy sunlight caresses my eye lids.. A smile flirts with my lips...
A Moment In Memories
the swing moved through and fro... I stood there in the middle of wonders and of mirages I stand too numb
An Epitome Of Monstrosity
I: Of Cruelty Red painted Caravans, Spread long before the world.
In The Fond Memory Of The Society
Tonight in this crowd I stand In a state of scrimmage... I see the brutality of the society The poor becomes poorer
A Letter To Yesterday
Last Night, Crushing out the waste With over trembling hands I sat to write a letter Aye, A letter to yesterday
Love Behind Bars
Edging near the grill I sit on the floor A hand from behind Pulled me back She says I always stay too near the grill‘
Prisoner Of Life
handcuffed she is bound by the chains of society she can neither move to either sides she twisted and turns
Stop And Proceed
Flipping through the pages of that thick book i find a hurdle knocking on the doorstep! A fact struck on my head hard, This assignment is not easy!
An Abrupt Cry!
Soaked in the tears of angels, On the clumpy road I walk. Ravens flies over head. The vultures awaits the dead.
The Woman I Am
A woman they call me with curves and flesh! a tender heart and a smile!
Message From Wind
Oh sweet gusty wind, What do you bring me on this gush? Some little glitters or A rush of adrenaline?
The Crumbled Mind
Among this little trash some shits born into the great orb A mind, alive midst the chained. Thoughts that they say unholy,
The blue ocean, boundless, before her... the waves comes and goes, to the rhythm of the nature.
Those White Candles
upon the table of mahogany stand litted white candles... the petals of roses weaving the bed for them...
My Leaving Song
Tonight I will lie
On this bed, cushioned by miseries.
And cut open this vein of mine,
Bleeding out all the pain and memories.
Like tsunami they will all
Blast out from my heart.
And I'll hold back nothing this time,
Except the reflex to hold back.
I will carve out the tissue of my heart,