*I made a mistake,
I once had expectations from you.
The faith now seems vague,
The bond is lost which had constantly grew.
But I won't sit here and cry,
For to be stronger, at times, a little you've to die.*
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 9:34 AM UTC
* A moment where I know yet unaware;
A moment where I'm complete yet missing;
A moment where I'm strong yet scared;
A moment where I believe yet doubtful;
In this moment, I am and I am not.
In this moment, I... *
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
*I cry
Choked by the society
Its orthodox mind, sinful acts
I cry
Bounded by rules, stuck in the ivory tower
Deprived of the freedom to be
I cry
Victim of this chaotic world
Non-functioning organs, unbeatable heart
I long
For a place that is
Bloomed with love and humanity
I long
For my wings
To fly
To the haven of tranquility*
Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC
I owe you for giving me hope,
I owe you for giving me the opportunity,
I owe you for helping me to cope,
I owe you to perfect even the nitty-gritty!
You are life and I owe you mine!
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
Gone with the wind is his old desire
Bright flowers of love bloom in his spring
Once who ruled his heart’s empire
I’ll die for Rosaline – he no longer will sing
Tenderness of this new flower
Bewitches heart and mind of Romeo
Charm of looks on both sides in power
Lovely Juliet and him, the magnificent duo
Alas! She is nothing but blood of enemy
And he, her enemy’s next of kin
In abstract lies the idea of him to see
To express to Juliet his love, and her heart win
Juliet’s love for Romeo is no less than him
Opportunity to meet her lover, for her more fleet
Infinity of time and power of love come to brim
Rise of sun to meet, overcoming the danger, so sweet
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC
Generation gap, a beautiful distance
Epitome of TLC , a sweet sweet sense.
Grandpa’s stories about magical world
I sit fascinated in his arms curled.
On seeing me, his lips twitch a smile
His loving aura, leaves me beguile.
Albeit the gap, he understands me best
His laps are my favorite place to rest.
His eyes glitter up with joy,
With me he’s always frank, never coy.
Warmth from his hands makes me stronger,
He is getting old, I wish he stays longer.
How can any ever neglect them?
He is such a find, my own lucky gem.
When parents talk rude to him,
My eyes pool tears that one can swim.
They accuse him of not understanding,
Has daddy forgotten his days with him on the swing?
Grandpa gave up all for our good fortune,
Today they tell them their thoughts don’t anymore tune?
When I ask, momma calls it generation cap,
I believe with bad, they should roles swap.
This tired old soul soon won’t breathe anymore
The thought kills me, in pain I roar.
Grandpa is not a pain, you better understand
If in your old age, you want me hand.
Generation gap, a beautiful distance
Epitome of TLC, a sweet sweet sense.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 7:55 AM UTC
Your touch rocks my world,
I only want to be in your arms, curled.
Your smile simply melts my heart,
I cannot live with us apart.
The ****** in your eyes lights my soul,
You, yes you make me a whole.
You are my dazzling other half,
Your love is beautiful, like a cashmere scarf.
When you are there by my side,
There is no fight from which I must hide.
I can listen you day and night,
I hope you never go out of my sight.
You’re loved all the time,
To love you will always be my motive prime.
Your laugh makes me more than happy,
With you in life, it is a dance, so peppy.
Your arms are my favourite place,
Without you I have no trace
In my life, you’re the sun and moon,
Even the idea of being with you makes me swoon.
Your touch rocks my world,
I only want to be in your arms, curled.
-Jahanvi Goyal
07/07/2014
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
"Her eyes want to see beyond the sky,
Her dreams want to fly, so high, so high.
Words are gushing out from her mouth,
To the world she wants to shout.
When this heart for the first time had beat in this world,
In her mother's arm, she was curled.
Since then writing is her passion,
To express every feeling through writing, is her fashion."
- Jahanvi Goyal
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 11:03 AM UTC
The other day I looked in the mirror,
That is when life became more clearer.
Yes, the mirror showed me the gospel truth,
Mystery was solved, by the mirror, the sleuth.
The scars on the skin seemed to fade away,
The soul opened doors to the clandestine cache.
The dazzling light bouncing out of me,
Made me gasp in ecstasy and glee.
As tears trickled down my cheek,
I realised it is me keeping myself weak.
When the reflection in mirror is only mine,
How, because of someone else, I can then whine?
The happiness erupting through my soul,
The hope and will once again make me whole.
The mirror shows me who I am,
Anyone who jeopardises my way, will get a wham.
The mirror shows me myself on the stage,
Giving a success speech, wearing a gown of beige.
My strength centres in me once again,
Determination comes, that now efforts won’t go in vain.
I see the talented beautiful myself,
I can do it, I just need my own help.
I promise the me in mirror, to never again be broken,
I promise the reflection, to achieve even the unspoken.
Pathway to life is criss-crossed,
To succeed, obstacles need to be in trash tossed.
The other day I looked in the mirror,
That is when life became more clearer.
-Jahanvi Goyal
05/07/2014
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:59 AM UTC
*The beauty of this expression,
Makes a difference in any situation.
An alternative to voiced words,
A weapon against the sharpest swords.
Panacea for the painful heart and tearful eyes,
Connects to the soldiers under other land’s skies.
Exchange of feelings between lovers,
In tough times, one inspiring peace, sobers.
Under the spell of rain, flows straight from the soul,
Always successful in covering those doubted holes.
Fills the silence with its devices,
Holds the power to fill the crevices.
It helps in the appreciation of the serenity of nature,
Although boneless, full of life and soul, it indeed is a living creature.
Yes, poetry is this electric and colourful magic.
Captivating all hearts and minds, its effect is so pelagic.*
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC