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Shreya Jani Poems
I have a traveler's soul with constant itch in my mind I take journeys within all the time I skydive from the planes of fear
so I tried once again to give wings to thought the stuff made of lightness became heavy the love of definitions came smiling again when nothing perches on your window
Look it happened again Moments like haiku immortalized Eye, hands, touching, warm Remember the coldest winter!
Cuba - Haiku
In a heart beat The rhythms do fade The colours do shock
Life knocked at my door But there was a lock on it A lack of imagination prevented windows Alack of faith stopped ventilation
Pickled Thought drying in the sun Salted wounds getting preserved Anger oils the way through seeping in Ah! The red hot feisty one I love! !
I belong to the warm winter sun which embraces the cold and smiles at it. I belong to tender green trees Which dance in the wind and whisper love softly.
At The Bar
Relationship which one tried to understand So mindlessly hard Like an illogical tune played rhythmically by unknown bard
When I listen to someone grieving Give me the wisdom to listen to love, Not to justify and give reason
White and Red
I can still hear the chants of white and red White and red the sound so overbearing slamming in my head hammer shattering glass white and red
The gentle crashing of the waves ah! an ever ready reminder of kismet the many ways in which love marks you!
Gustaq Dil (Errant Heart)
'Chaliye aap chale gaye, aur hum khayalo ko umeed mankar peeche padh gaye Shayad samjhney mein galti ho gayee kissisey
Lady leisure and Monsieur Pain
'Lady leisure and Monsieur Pain would have been a match in vain, had it not been for Marquies de Sade non over 30 would be laid :)
Ek dastan humney shuroo kari Ek arzoo tum khatam kar do Raqs-e-firaq may malang hokar Justajoo humari fanna kar do
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
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I have a traveler's soul
with constant itch in my mind
I take journeys within all the time
I skydive from the planes of fear
without a parachute on
I scuba dive to witness the schools of thoughts
dancing upon the illuminating corals
sometimes I relax on nostalgic beaches
with a warm embrace of the friendly sun
I party hard in emotional bars
drinking till daylight in the company of strangers
I drunk and dial old lovers often
only to smile in the morning about the mistakes made
I witness and marvel at monumental failures
at the wonder of my world old and...