Himanshi Desai
Drama
A thousand words
Sunk in with my soul
Left unheard
Stayed hidden in my bones.
When the coffer shuts
On my closed face
Remember that words–
Those thousand words
That were left unsaid
Would be uttered by your tears.
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Its not just ...
The Question
Cacophony
The Callings ...
Finale
Remembrance
Remembrance o...
A Drunk Idiot...
Not from this...
Have seen many a summer and withstood thunderstorms Over the past hundred years or so – have lost... Have seen many a summer and withstood thunderstorms Over the past hundred yea...
Engrossed Into looks and absolutely nothing more... Engrossed Into looks and absolutely nothing more...
If my period stains are so dirty, And the hair between my legs disgust you, If my period stains are so dirty, And the hair between my legs disgust you,
Set me free, untie knots and chains Set me free, untie knots and chains
This is the rain, when they won the war This is the rain, when they won the war
Until, one night. I decide to unveil these evil demons. Until, one night. I decide to unveil these evil demons.
Life becomes a festival when gaiety and culture blend, Life becomes a festival when gaiety and culture blend,
And out of all the things I'm terrified of, People scare me the most, People and their nonchal... And out of all the things I'm terrified of, People scare me the most, Peop...
The poem is a cliche of questions to describe and propose his love . The poem is a cliche of questions to describe and propose his love .
And the trees of mango, cashews and pepper… And the trees of mango, cashews and pepper…
Cruelty by us towards our dying mother! The mother wants her human species back, and not the animal ... Cruelty by us towards our dying mother! The mother wants her human species back,...
Only light can turn off the darkness! Only light can turn off the darkness!
You will never see him, But you will hurt him again... You will never see him, But you will hurt him again...
She wore a different robe each time rarely tidy, sometimes crumpled but mostly messy. She wore a different robe each time rarely tidy, sometimes crumpled but mostly m...
Her scars turned to feathers who took her to the sun For now her throne was the sun and she was the... Her scars turned to feathers who took her to the sun For now her throne was the...
The road is standing not ending The road is standing not ending
That night was magical, I found a writer in me, I found a poet and a storyteller. That night, I remo... That night was magical, I found a writer in me, I found a poet and a storyteller...
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Half his loyal followers and all enemies were dead... Half his loyal followers and all enemies were dead...
Realisation then struck her, That the world is a sleazy place No one would be your support Not unles... Realisation then struck her, That the world is a sleazy place No one would be yo...
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