25 years of dust in the throat and befriened agony..have given way to spittin darkness in its most pristine form..mind becomes my writer as feelings become my words...i set my eyes to re-define insanity and darkness...an endeavor...the journey continues...even as i have lost my creations many times.. more »
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Shagun Khera Poems
Men of Honor...
Clutching to the slipping sheets of time They face uncertainty like accusers of a crime
P.S. I love you...
Its been too much time we have been fighting along.. So many moments wasted….so many feelings went wrong…
Silence and Solitude
I enter my empty room, the air infecting my lungs with thrusting void, Silence consuming thoughts and mind, Darkness before, and darkness shall reside,
Are you lonely! ! come see my world! !
You say you are lonely! ! Come see my world Harvesting the seeds of solitude
When the last teardropp falls! !
when the last teardropp falls.. like the last leaf in cold... you shall still be in my mind... unfazed, unchanged...like a story to be told...
Darkness in Bright Sunlight
As I face this terrible certainty.. The dawn of the darkness greets me warm..
And she gifted me Death! !
as the wings of pain flared up high... and the shallow started to shake the perfroration from inside, , and i cud not no longer suffer.. it was time i called her...
It was here in my arms.. where you spent all those sleepless nights. whispering words of perennial joy into my ears... sugar coated sham..lurking behind your smile..
An Incomplete Celebration on a Grave! !
Its your birthday sweetheart.... i got you your favorite flowers.. red roses.. as you always liked them.. wrapped around them..is a note..
Creatures of the Dark! ! ! !
Waiting in the haven of black.. in red eyes...glorified thirst for red.. warm and smooth.. dripping from the neck..
Goodbye- haiku (sort of)
and then you ask me again.. in the most ridiculous way.. can we be friends... and i stare right into your eyes...
Fire in the Pouring Rain! ! ! !
Looking outside on the other side of the glass, , , it never seems to end... it never seems to stop.. blatant and outrageous,
Last poem i write tonight.....
And perhaps, on the melancholy notes, I think of her face And when the sun sets down, I still drown in that craze.. When the twilight sang besides the love swept ambiance, It was you, it was me, and it was us..
Someday i won't have you on my mind...
The day haunts me with the memories of the past The night bleeds the inside on something that could not last And I lie on my bed devastated and numb Half awaken eyes praying for a miracle to happen
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Men of Honor...
Clutching to the slipping sheets of time
They face uncertainty like accusers of a crime
Fallen, betrayed, twisted and played
Experimented with love
Left with hate
They walk on the pieces of their broken hearts
Men of honor..
On a prowl for a better start
Witnessed the changing colors of the sky
Blue to black, wicked to stupefying
Misery accompanies them in their adventure for hope
Lessons learnt from the dust in throat
Tagged with the glory of insignificance
Men of three think hard and ...