Baskadia

In Between

When light blossoms, Smiles cuddle on couches; Wait until clouds clad in grief, The poet whets his wits. What's in between? What's it called, When there's no dark and light, When authors are quiescent, When life's eats at ease Just in between?

Spring love

Poem of spring love written by me..

Allah razi rajput

Allahrazi rajput biography

Poetry

In the Whirlwind Of Love by Queen

Missing Misery

Tis the end end of misery evermore. But yet has happiness knocked at my door. Death fears the cold of despair. Love must return at an hour that is rare. Depths of darkness defeated by light. Morning brings assurance that all is right. Now the fateful journey begins. It hasn't started where it never ends.

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Oldest Poetry

Poetry for the soul

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Goodbyes

saying good bye is the hardest

He made the final decision

He kept looking up at the sky Imagining to be the star He kept looking at the garden Imagining to be the flower Will you be okay? Will you be fine? If one day, I make you cry If one day, I am not by your side ! He smiled even when it was heavy Such a relief ! they were by his side He laughed at every joke He decided to be remembered that way Just like that.. One day, He made up his mind Then lost the courage to hurt them One day, He made a decision Then he promised to be by their side At last wi

Restored Sanity

1 sheep...2 sheep...3 sheep... I counted as I tried to numb the voices in my head, so I could fall asleep, laying in bed, looking up at the ceiling. The whispers come with the wind, taking with it words of despair, soothing, and subtle yet it stings. Unable to drift to the other side, I crouched in the corner of my room, legs folded up my chin, head bowed. This was the only way I knew how to numb the pain, I recall I held my breath for as long as I could hoping to meet my end, only to breathe ou