Paakhee Sehgal
Abstract
I am stitching pieces of my dreams daily...
So that I could have a castle one day!!!
Forever
Tangential Un...
Friendship
Smoking Is In...
Story Of Life
Null Friendsh...
A Game Of Dic...
"Not All Hero...
New Era, New ...
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
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..
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon... Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon...
You become the best verse I ever quoted You become the best verse I ever quoted
As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if it’s just to let it ... As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if ...
Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
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 ...
It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of contentment. It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of c...
I thought of the old times when I was here. I thought of the old times when I was here.
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.
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...