Astha Tiwari
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The curtains of my heart
are fleeting in crowd
uninvited guests are walking away
heavy rain flooded the way
to float the pain away
gloominess are searching
rooms to hide
but the walls are no more
bearing the arrows to stay.
This Isn't Me
I'm waiting
The Hell
Silent Wind
Halfway
Night Is Talk...
Wall around
Wave vogue
Between the S...
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
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 ...
The young sapling battling against the wild wind... The young sapling battling against the wild wind...
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
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
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