kanav justa

Veteran Poet - 1,064 Points (Shimla)

kanav justa Poems

1. The Transformer 11/10/2013
2. A Bad/Good Poet? ? 12/23/2013
3. Of A Sinking Friend 11/20/2013
4. Karma 12/21/2012
5. Killing Time Or Vice Versa 12/11/2012
6. A Shitty Poem 2 1/30/2014
7. The Avengers 12/9/2012
8. Lightning Out Loud 12/18/2012
9. Love That Fled 11/26/2013
10. After Bath Blues 5/31/2013
11. The Cosmos Turns Wild (In A Dream) 4/23/2014
12. Haircut Blues 11/28/2012
13. A Dead King Begging For Life 12/31/2013
14. Uncontainable Nature 2/1/2014
15. In Those Moments 11/13/2013
16. Constant Sorrow 12/13/2012
17. Turning Away 11/1/2013
18. The Old Man And His Grandson 12/9/2013
19. Hole Hearted 12/7/2013
20. The Chosen One 12/2/2013
21. Far Side Of The Moon 12/21/2013
22. The 'X' Factor 5/18/2013
23. Bribed By Death 6/2/2014
24. Learning To Sail 1/17/2014
25. Cloud And Stone 12/17/2013
26. A Shitty Poem 11/29/2012
27. On A Breakup 12/6/2012
28. Strange Lover 5/22/2013
29. A Dreaming Child 3/8/2014
30. Fishes In Blues 1/26/2014
31. Heart Of Stone 11/28/2012
32. Paradoxes 3/2/2014
33. The Egg 11/6/2013
34. In A Cold Cold Night 11/15/2013
35. Rounds Of Sufferings 6/26/2014
36. Greedy Eyes 1/16/2013
37. A Tree In Thought Of His Mother 1/17/2014
38. A Garbage Poem With Chracters From Ph 1/10/2014
39. Day And Night 9/6/2014
40. A Wish Before Death 12/24/2012
Best Poem of kanav justa

The World Today

the withering heights of fading grace
a mirror not reflect all, but only the face
we have heard the wise men proudly say
skins and bones they wither away
despite knowing the answers all
we tread on a path where we bound to fall
when truth lay close , we close our eyes
our sight lighten when it meets the lies
of all the miseries when this world is done
our night will eat the glittering sun

the world today is a world of shame
the world today would forever be the same

where a fortress never built on a bedrock of trust
where no gold enough to slay ...

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Living Fake

Of the deepest sorrow
Of every dollar that I borrowed
To the stars I take a vow
But but let me ask you now
What's wrong with an old shirt
and a bed sheet with some dirt.
Or a pillow that is elsewhere from its place
Or a filthy dry face
Scent of a socks that is old

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