Nikita Narang
Abstract
I was in your
Good books
It did no good
I'm done!
Power Of Love
Self Love
Bonds
Pain
Soltitute
Enough
Traveller
Enjoy The Rai...
Journey
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms of my UNKNOWN SHADO... My life is a heart pierced by broken arrow, still I wanted to remain in the arms...
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
Tired in my seat, I opened my eyes miles I had flown to know what is more, Tired in my seat, I opened my eyes miles I had flown to know what is more,
The young sapling battling against the wild wind... The young sapling battling against the wild wind...
I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly... I was lying in my couch and looking into vacuum aimlessly...
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
Nurturing the fledgling, You brought me from darkness to light. Nurturing the fledgling, You brought me from darkness to light.
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
You start from the tree having thousand branches, Where caged birds hanging for their chances... You start from the tree having thousand branches, Where caged birds hanging for...
You will never be at peace If they find their voice in you. You will never be at peace If they find their voice in you.
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
The peak of the mountain is bathed in light The peak of the mountain is bathed in light
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