kanav justa

Veteran Poet - 1,385 Points (Shimla)

kanav justa Poems

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

I prayed to the devil I prayed to the god
With scissors they were cut, that was mightier then a sword,
I Look like a school boy, I look so fkcin small
Like the end of rome, my hairs did fall
For years they were fine, with the wind they were gone
Now i feel cold at the twilight I feel cold at the dawn
Thick and dark and little messy they were
Stranger I see, when I look at the mirror.

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