Baskadia

My sarcophagus

Beautiful and bold I'm captivating, I leave you awestruck, but like pandoras box I lock in all sorts of fucked up. Depression and its mission the sarcophagus designed by Lugubrious her mission is to leave us isolated, so we only feel melancholy. DISMAL is are only prospective,, while Distracted and deceived are loved ones for society has forced us to fear what will happen if others only knew just how we feel. So we lie and force a smile an tell others just how fine we are simultaneously we are d

Unsent Love Letters

026 Scribbles written on a piece of paper, an emotion and feelings of an admirer. Confession were marked in each pages, freeing the emotions from its cages. Black ink formed words, sealed inside the envelope as a letter should. Each lines were full of admiration, a pure and innocent adoration. On these letters, a tale was mold, a secret story that is yet to be told. On these folded papers lies the hidden feelings, a strange and crazy emotions that clings. However, these letters were remain hidde

"So... The Sky Is Blue", 19.07.2022

I don't know what it is🤔 I was just sitting there, and then these lines were "born" in my head📝

Love

Love is a four letter word, But it involves two worlds. Tim and Sarah are head over heels in love. Or so she thought.... But they don’t understand each other’s world. Tim always does what he wants. But he restricts Sarah from doing what she loves. What the heck are you doing Sarah!!! You are meant to be at my beck and call tim’s Punch line. Sarah does as Tim ask because she feels she is in love she knows.... This love is one sided. She reminds herself everyday that Love is not a bed of roses....

Wounds

A game that starts

A Confession From The Other Man

A poem by The Other Man telling his love about himself and the things he had noticed in her behavior.

Heated

The rising of the sun reminds me of you. Like a hot chocolate, I can’t resist you. I pray for better days and a chance to hold you; to caress your body and make sweet love to you.

Stranger

You and I both have lonely lives1 That is the life we have to live Love easily breaks, time easily flows There’s no such thing as an eternal promise Even the words we whispered as we looked at each other They scatter like the dust that covers the sky We went awry like strangers I love you to death, I love you like crazy Forever I won’t let you go, I will find you I’m just the stranger without you, my love There’s no such thing as an eternal promise Even the words we whispered as we looked at each other They scatter like the dust that covers the sky We went awry like strangers I love you to death, I love you like crazy Forever I won’t let you go, I will find you I’m just the stranger without you, my love I love you to death, I love you like crazy Forever I won’t let you go, I will find you I’m just the stranger without you, my love

Whispers of the Midnight Sky

"Whispers of the Midnight Sky" In the heart of a tranquil forest, where moonlight paints the leaves with silver, I find myself lost in the enchanting embrace of nature's grandeur. Beneath the twinkling stars, I unveil my poetic soul's decree, As I share with you, dear Baskadia, the verses that set my spirit free. In the hush of midnight's tender sigh, the world is but a dream, A realm where secrets are whispered by the river's gentle stream. The owls, wise guardians of the night, lend their voic

Love In Vain

Love In Vain By Shihaam Cupido Many say follow your heart, some say don't leave it behind when you overtake it, someone will break it. As we grow we learn many things, one of those things is all good comes to an end. You are no longer my lover, even less are you a friend. Our lives will continue till the day I realise I will no longer need you, the day I hope to despise. I wish to promise myself that it won't happen again, but just as Crystal Ruth said, "Every beginning surely comes to an end."

MY HEART

HEART BEAT

Thank you

Melody of a broken heart…

PEACE

Life is filled with troubles, chaos, wars, killings. All we need is Peace

She was a Poem

028 She was a poem with rhymes and rhythm, someone whose secrets are hidden. Her faithful friend was her pen, an object who witnessed her veiled shenanigan. She was a poem that only a few can understand. Someone private and hard to comprehend. The papers are her companion at night, forming her thoughts as her pen took flight. She was an unfinished poem hiding traumas behind the pages. Unraveled emotions and tears are hidden inside her cages. Millions of thoughts keep her awake at night, shadows

Visual Poetry: Icelandic Photography at Its Finest

In the realm of photography, Iceland stands as a captivating canvas for folks who seek to recapture the ethereal beauty of nature. The photographer in Iceland isn't simply a documentarian but an artist, navigating a landscape that oscillates involving the raw power of untamed wilderness and the delicate subtleties of a distinctive environment. Iceland's diverse terrain, having its glaciers, volcanoes, waterfalls, and otherworldly landscapes, provides an ever-changing backdrop for the photographe

IN THE EYES OF THE ONE I LOVE

In the eyes of the one I love, I see rainfall in the desert, I see peace in the storms, Everything becomes beautiful. In the eyes of the one I love, Sorrow leaves and joy stays, Smiles stream deep from my heart, The sun shines on everything I do. In the eyes of the one I love, I fly high like an eagle, Mountains become surmountable, My dreams become achievable. In the eyes of the one I love, I find strength when I am weak, Tears are but streams of joy flowing endlessly, My heart beats melodiousl

Hindi poetry

Dil se Dil ki duri nhi hoti Kash! Koi majboori nhi hoti Aapse abhi Milne ki tamanna h Lekin khte h Naa hr tamanna Puri nhi hoti

Mother Earth

Let us protect Mother Earth from Climate Change

Poetry for lovers

Galib poetry

CLOTHES

⚠️🚨 ATTENTION It comes late but it's worth the while. This is a poem that talks about men's mental health. Though it is hardly spoken about and no one cares to acknowledge the fact that men also go through hard times. Clothes is a word I used in describing changes of emotions and how tough and difficult we become when pushed to the limits. It is not supposed to be like this despite what we go through. Pls 🙏 appreciate the efforts of men we are only human after all. We are not gods. #men #luv