The people
we love the most
Hurt us the deepest.
- D h i m a n
Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 10:18 AM UTC
Lie with me
under this cosmic gallery
and witness the universal play
as the stars take backstage and
the moon tiptoeing behind the clouds
takes center stage
the sky is its background
and the clouds are its curtain
all through the night
the stars keep on shimmering behind
and the moon in its silvery grace
silences everything else
lie with me and
watch how the night rolls on
and the moon plays hide and seek
behind the white and grey clouds
until the sun appears with its torchlight.
©Dhiman
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
the night falls
behind the curtain of the black sky
with a silver coloured bulb called moon
floating weightlessly in the background,
together with the billions of stars
shimmering like the glow-worms.
the clouds fly here and there
with the joy of becoming grey again
leaving behind the dry memories
of summer and sunny days
hoping to become raindrops again
and fall on the soft leaves of earth.
©Dhiman
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 1:19 PM UTC
from the other side of the street
our soulless eyes meet,
we send waves of cravings
for our broken hearts to hold
but we don't step forward
you stayed back, i don't move either
we walk along the side of the road,
we smile at each other,
and watch ourselves
getting vanished into the distant,
this is what has become of us:
silent and afraid, forever...
©Dhiman
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 1:21 AM UTC
hope is the antidote,
the torch that transforms
darkness into light,
sadness into ecstacy,
it is the window through which
the sun sends its first ray of light,
the womb that gives birth to joy
and nurtures it,
till it blooms into happiness.
©Dhiman
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
although she was broken
she still picked up her smile
and wore it like lipstick
knowing that the world
will make it fake and dry
but she hated showing it
to the world that did not care,
not once about her broken soul.
©Dhiman
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
the woods are lonely like I am here today
lonely within myself without the real me
while the woods have one another
to hold each other in times of need
I have none by my side
not even my own self
the woods never chase sunrays
even when they are lonely in darkness
while I have lost myself
in chasing
all the things that I never wanted...
~~©Dhiman
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
in my days of teenage
i held you within me
with a silent love
that you didn't feel
and i kept on loving you
day by day
while you never felt it back
my little heart
became filled
with a love so pure
where dreams travelled
all day long
making moons and stars
decorating a house of love
~~©Dhiman
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
if I had wings
like the birds
flying in the summer rain
I would have gone
to your city
by the street
where you walk everyday
to your sweet home
and sat there
on the window sill
at the side of your bed
where you sleep at night
like a princess of my dream
I would have caressed your face
and left kisses on your lips and cheek
~~©Dhiman
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
We are all broken
tiny pieces of
jumbled up life,
waiting
to be rediscovered
rejoined
into something
as we embark on our journey
to become whole again
while some of us
are just too jumbled up
to be reassembled...
~~©Dhiman
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC