Shiny Jaiswal
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Reminiscing the past
Drives the knife a bit deeper
Yet I love to dwell
In the lost avenue
Of bits and pieces
Of something ghastly
That once bore
Immense beauty
In its very existence.
Lost
Window
Stars
Sky
Well Lived
Path
Pain
Burn
Reality
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
Your permission or approval is not required! Your permission or approval is not required!
Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that it could be hiding bo... Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that i...
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;
"I am floating in the deepness on an uncertain raft, Nothing is self controlled or curbed." "I am floating in the deepness on an uncertain raft, Nothing is self controlled ...
No one would listen to me; I was loner than I thought, They warned me always, I forgot. . . No one would listen to me; I was loner than I thought, They warned me always, I ...
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
The poem describes how love can sometimes leave a person despondent and longing for better things. The poem describes how love can sometimes leave a person despondent and longing ...
With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears
But it is not darkness which is the absence of light But it is not darkness which is the absence of 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
Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
As I’m held captive by you… As I’m held captive by you…
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
They don't seem to be content somehow They don't seem to be content somehow
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