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4d · 19
The lady that I loved
She's not really a dove,
Of how I was yearning for her
Brushed her chevelure against mine,
A soft fancy fur.

Black butterfly on the rose
a chemistry like those
Till our deepest fears exposed.
Jun 7 · 32
"Soul Bird"
Resident saints give me trust,
hungry for that gentle ******
this body is nothing but a cloud of dust,
dismantle inside out my only crust.

Cover me over with your shadow,
sunray upon the snow
oh ! that white & yellow glow,
see through it's an arrow
existed so far like a barrow.

I heard you are responsible for reincarnation,
passing through a transition
after all the lessons & evil emissions,
concluding me into a sparrow and the world into the sky
only when I will believe, I can fly.

Over the meadows,
through the breeze,
my feather's got freeze
going to make the day seize.
oh! Mr. mighty lord give me my power,
for a moment or an hour?
oh! please
In pain...
May 2 · 45
Now all the strings are in control,
gonna see the changes from my eyes
gambling just like a roll of dice.
will do this now and will do it again
my parent's faith shall not go in vain.

Step up take the chance,
Watch the devil as he dances
On all the beats of your heart
suppressed me with a pointless dart.
I see the change and I see the message in vain
Annihilated me every time,
when the soul wants an exchange,
Of joy, emotions & love.

Midst of it all,
I see an empty wall,
Gonna paint it my way.
i think i should do it oftenly, because it gives such relief to my mental health and wise thoughts obviously...

Tell me about it , really needs criticism.
Apr 28 · 25
Black Buffalo
Karan Sherwal Apr 28
All the way from concrete
I came up above the cloud,
Where mountains speaks for itself
winds climbs through leaves o leaf,
might gave one relief.

Stairs like pattern all over the valley
I seek distance from unhealthy voices,
quiet as you feel numb
even the fire's cold up here
Nowhere ,  Nowhere

It was night when i reached here,
Stick in my hand, the warrior
couldn't last fear.
The coldness increases with every step you make,
Hills are calling you for life's sake.
As live as you'd be last
to discover the essence of life,
found my existence, the one I
Strived & survived.

So far I'm shivering that's all
Dimensions as a whole,
I'm talking mountain out of a mole
Green grass, Blue skies
Transformed into a human ,wise
Hot water pond to get sins washed away,
came out like infant baby
Glacier over the top, anyway.

Sunlight is pure & gets you enlighten,
Although breezes grabs you tighten
My skin is cold and a bit whiten.
Sun makes you day brighten
The whole environment is pointing upside,
As if they witnessing planetary movements,
Without being known to down sight
I've discovered my being over a fortnight.
strange name yes it is, i guess life is strange.
it was the first animal i came into contact, as i remember writing that piece.

living the life , i spare,
to get my own pair.
Feb 8 · 305
Trauma leads to change,
Recent filthy range.
That gentle gaze less gazing,
Evolved into gaming.
I’m not as you are,
No matter how close,
Will find me far.
The only way to me,
Is the child inside of thee,
To come of a age and set me free,
To restrain myself from evil spree
My roots smells like sandal tree.

The aroma itself is the evidence
Of my lonely & sour existence
What should I do ?
To my beliefs and visionary extent.
This is an instant one, please acknowledge if you see  a worth.
Rise.   Rise.   Rise.
That’s all I want to say to this human race.  
We are crucified as we are unable to see the truth, our only existence.
Jan 6 · 345
Recent times
confused like rhymes
one or the other
I'm a bit bother
about the mother
and all the brother's
these robots have the power,
to control and over.
shedding all  the tears,
what else can you  wear.
There are Ample resources
from various sources
people forget to preserve
our mother just don't deserve
annihilating  & dragging
These mutants wagging
equally shredding
until the ending.
All those times in the past,
earth-graphy is way more Vast.
To the planet,
                                                    - from all the human beings

doing my bit hope you all will understand the pain of our mother earth.
Dec 2018 · 410
Karan Sherwal Dec 2018
To the inner wisdom
To that outgrowing system
To the pillars of belief
And to the childish relief.

To the chastity, modesty & respectability,
To not loose virginity over someone’s purity

To **** the innocence of mine,
And to retain from thine.  
Lately I’m seeing a glass of wine,
Pouring emptiness in the mid sunshine.

To forgive you from the first meeting,
To forgave me from reciting pure words melting.
To known from strangers again
If this is that, then I don’t want to wait in vain.

To the dimensions I think insane,
To the remembrance of high schools mane.

          Through highs & lows
                 I’ll be at bow !
           My submission to the
                  Actual vow.
New Year’s Eve.
After a little while, under a noon tree  
I discovered this.
Pain is there~
Dec 2018 · 68
Lost Writings
Karan Sherwal Dec 2018
Tiny and windy
Comes Along,
Like a known
Might talk to whom,
She wished for.
Being sad is her favorite bad,
While she moves, sweet talks of her groves.
Like a weather, she flew with her feather,
Day & night
Hold her tight !
What she feel,
Might be a great deal.

Trouble, trouble
Hollow air bubble
Seems single
Might come double
To jingle & mingle
Just across ease
Hover like bees
Vibration and buzzing
Haunting and dazzling
Not to touch the Earth, not see the sun.
Run run run....

I’m trapped !
Dec 2018 · 63
The jungle
Karan Sherwal Dec 2018
There you are once again smothering,
As usual I am wondering
To the extent of woman’s boundaries,
Filthy rich games rivalry
Desires of one honest soul,
Think of it as whole.
To keep once truthness so small,
Against this contemporary world and more.
These rivers are trying to tell me something profound,
Roaming through the valley sort of bloodhound.
Intoxication of this haze,
Reaching over the top
Crawling through the maze.
These heights taught to me to stand still firm,
Crowd is harsh, you’ll be warm.
To keep the light burn,
That’s something you live to earn.
A lesson meant to be learn.

Flowers so yellow,
A grounded mellow
The tulips are red,
Night awakens the dead.
Stem so brown
Placed on the upper belts,
Just like crown.
These dead trees witnessed something wild,
Horror ****** night,
Sustained by the inner child.
Although, the way
Lanes above & down
Rocky Mountains,
You might frown.
To all the vibrant colours
From all the misty bubbles
Hot water ponds,
Heights like tough wands.
First trip, ever to go again.
Oct 2018 · 158
Karan Sherwal Oct 2018
Another day with your picture in my mind,
Still stays through it all
Every second with your memories I fall.
The face of yours is as real as my heartbeats inside my chest,
I’m intoxicated by your love, being a warrior with a hard shelled vest.
Sep 2018 · 150
Pink & Gray
Karan Sherwal Sep 2018
I’ll Always be ready, love & kindness steady,
Remain pure to myself
And purest to thy self.
To the blossoming window
Around that fluffy garden
I wish you and me,
To reach far Arden.

Together with the invisible guardians
That cosmic flame grows,
On that snowy face and eyebrows.
That hair so wavy,
In between our moment with our eyes.  
I took that one out, without a shout
And sink upon the noon hazy.

On my way back home,
I sat under a dome
Dark outside and inside
A good spirit encountered,
To show the inside glow upon my face
I thought for once
That I’m up above the crowd
The light inside, stronger as it came.
Visible from a feet,
Gloom’s through the raw heat.
I couldn’t deny my dove,
I found my one true love.
After a while..
Sep 2018 · 68
Bright strokes
Karan Sherwal Sep 2018
Till now in my life, I’ve been through hardships up & down.
Look at these segments of contemporary Human celebrating festivals each time they fall.
It’s quite a luck? They’ve decorated this beautiful Town.
I was born to live as my life strokes bright.
Loosen your arms around your loved one tight.
She’s not here yet, but she’s been here..
Came back from wet ****** wounds and survived,
What do you call a child who is scared of water still dived.
Always been the playground instructor,
Always been the last desk holder.
Thin & **** !
Now I’m against anything that bounds any belief,
New era of this scrutiny holds an grief.
I’m into new world of justice.
Aug 2018 · 2.6k
Karan Sherwal Aug 2018
I used to believe in good old days,
Still concerned about the little ways.
To get back in my childhood era.
Those uncountable acquaintances,
Now they are just faded faces.
Buzzing around oftentimes,
I do look at them with all my gracious Rhymes.
Those long sandwalks, I heard many voices & those preacher talks.
Standing on the top of a pile,
I saw the world with my pure human eyes.
My incapability of not performing as others,
Don’t forget we came from different mothers.
Though the course may be disturbingly fascinating,
Spot you there at the end of the lives you kept devastating.
I walked clean and I did no mean.
There was nothing to fear, but one day someone molested me who was so near.
Crippled inside myself that night,
Was so devastated couldn’t spoke a word inspite.
Moments still glare, dig in your knife so that you can pare.
Shadows no more controls me,
I fiercely play with them, and still move freely.
Enjoyed every bit just like my first bicycle wheelie.
I did both,from playing with slum folks to slept like a sloth.
Now I miss my never ending era.
Entered my puberty,
with little bit of curiosity
To not to have those thoughts control authority.
I was wild, a state called child.
Facts of my past life...
Aug 2018 · 98
Karan Sherwal Aug 2018
Towards sorrow,
I bade morrow.
Aug 2018 · 73
Karan Sherwal Aug 2018
Why run, when you are enjoying the auspicious pain,
Delusional is a man who thinks that Love is a game.
They’ve possessed now this contemporary business, Love
Which was once a pure glance attention, love
All the preserves are now living like prisoners. Love
Golden faces, places, and all the cases are blushing after elite personalities,
Concrete jungle ; concrete thoughts
Are now their similarities.
I’m crying,I’m wounded
Silly girl talk or mature lady walk !
which is which & who is who,
Gullible boy or gentlemen’s toy ?
Innocent love or a shattered dove
All seems same in this dingy game.
Well it was so much easier in earlier days,
Often sentiments burn like hays.
Why veil ? when you can’t much conceal.
Towards a shadow, a crying fertile meadow ?
As it’s get deeper & deeper,
You watch  yourself growing like creeper.
Wonder what kind of people they were? Who’s Love earned Love !
Because when I desired soft petals,
Came back disguised as thorny buds, A shiny postured studs.
This is now and that was then,
I’ll take leave, good luck my short term span.
I wonder all the time?
Aug 2018 · 94
Karan Sherwal Aug 2018
I’m sad, a habit that is bad
Time and again I’ll go through this vicious circle,
Till then sorrow & demise of recent acquaintance will be here.
I’m sad, a habit that is bad
Tell me am I playing evil or angel on this thin raft.
A long cylindrical hollow like a shaft.
I can feel abandonment consequences once again.
Yes,I am talking about that one burns wild inside of me,
Something whispers in my ears,let it be.
I’m sad, a habit that is bad
Take this pain out of me, thought of it will set me free.
Why people change their deeds towards a gullible man, whose intentions are good.
I’m tired of meeting same people in different bodies.
My urge to love somebody wholeheartedly,
Is yet to begin,don’t know when.
Better to live with the soul which is kind,
I smile when I do act which nature doesn’t mind.  
I’m sad, a habit that is bad
I’m there for everyone, I guess ain’t no one for me.
Laying down blue, memories passes through.
I guess I’m actually Sad, a habit that is bad.
Aug 2018 · 78
Shoulder to cry on..
Karan Sherwal Aug 2018
Thy love, my wine
Thy trust, my sky
Thy soul, my companion!
Thy deeds, my karma
Thy life, my sacrifice
Thy destiny, my fate !
Thy belief, my devotion
Thy course, my path
Thy body , my deity
Thy Heart, my chapel !
Thy surroundings, my Heavenly bliss.
Thy language, my prayer!
Thy actions, my inspirations
Thy judgment, my command
Thy will, my endless love drill.
Aug 2018 · 59
Karan Sherwal Aug 2018
It could be yearning,
Maybe it’s a learning
To follow the heart beat running,
It could be shunning, from side
Somewhere or some other place you glide.
It doesn’t matter if I have the door open wide.
I’m slipping down in other dimensions,
I will not confirm my resurrection by the ledger of the almighty.
If there’s one ?
Now I will talk about my vulnerability
No it’s not my ability or disability,
But the hunger of affection took me there.  
Now I wonder why am I here ?
Is there any strong reason for Absence.
I’m the midst i seek presence.
To wholly acquire the essence!
I’m older than I look, just like an old dusty book.
Which leads it’s protagonist to course of action.
Lately I see no reactions as I supposed to.
So forgive me if I get lost somewhere in unknown places,
It’s better to have a joker, instead of three Aces.
I’ve got shivers down my spine,
And if you let me someday I’ll possess you like an old wine.
Missed her...
Aug 2018 · 73
Karan Sherwal Aug 2018
The shadow in the midst could’ve been anyone,
But I saw you !
All the creatures, I call !
Come beside me and cover me over.
One more time I’m feeling my existence into this earthy environment.
From pieces to bits I surrender myself to you.
Aug 2018 · 1.8k
Karan Sherwal Aug 2018
Because in this holy country people are greedy,even your relatives.
Near ones betraying you,
Suppress you,depress you.
Standing against a Hollow shoulder,this rookie should’ve been boulder.
I stand for truth only.Be it against my creator!
I pray to you should’ve dealt humans With Great preceptor.
This overwhelming belief of one mans life,
Does not end with couple of children’s & a wife.
Out there He struggle through this juggle !
Another day,another dollar !
Not a single diversion is there to reach white collar.
This concrete jungle does not  fancy me anymore.
I stand gypsy in a midnight moon,
Doing this word gambling to kept the fire alive,
Swimming through shores with 5 feet & 6 inches of Dive.
Just wrote it, tell me about it ?
Aug 2018 · 61
Karan Sherwal Aug 2018
Welcome to this side where,
I went maybe a mile there
Saying to build a trust,
I’m having molten Rocks in my crust.
So dark, thick & flamy !
Everyone’s there to blame me.

Fighting with my own self,
Dwelling upon these dreams of divine encounters.
Arises a question everytime I stuck or parallel thoughts?
I tell myself, it’s alright!
Good lad !
Keep your Hunger at it’s peak
Thy soul is Honest,
         Shall not be weak,
god himself set his eyes upon you, Truths like
Sky as well as sea is blue.

Now I think of my curses, oh ?
Because I can write verses after verse.
About me, myself & I,
Don’t talk about the egoists of thy.
Honestly, I was afraid while writing this.
Jul 2018 · 73
Materialistic urges~
Karan Sherwal Jul 2018
Solely each day we’re getting somewhere near to freedom, desires and what not,
Each day we give it a thought.
Then thought wanders around Actions, & it continues to brought you a pile of rejections.
Then rejections ran up a mile to meet an opportunity,
Adds up to prepare an ideal source witty !
The course you are in will pass anyway,
In the time being you can say
There’s brighter days after days.
Attained this clown soul was may be luck,
Faintly I float like a duck,out there
Struggling to make a legacy & buck !
Getting wealthy or gain wealth they call greed, but
What if I wanted this out of my good deed.
So that my soul gets freed
In the vast universe.
Alleged to stay beneath, within the dirt.
Someday I will define this Auspicious hurt.

Signing off again, hope this will not go in vain,
Far from this misery out there is a Giant gain.
Jul 2018 · 355
Sacred desire !
Karan Sherwal Jul 2018
Eyes lie or maybe truth
But who knows ?
Where to end,
Sudden encounters
Feel like longings, I think she got me belongings.
When i discover my love for you,
Not sure if this is a flu, from tip to toe,
I feel like giving my soul to thou.

Want to swim in the pink sea
But what afterwards, I may not be free.
Chances are good, let’s make our house of wood.
In the deep forest, where birds made their nest, always hope for the best.
That is why “I love you the best” better than all of the rest !!!
Jul 2018 · 60
Karan Sherwal Jul 2018
Now from the other side
I’m thinking whether they were tied,
As if returns to scratch my wounds,
Quitely i forgive and deliberately I call to the majesty just like Hounds.
In the night I crawl even in my dreams, which are boundless.
Makes me blunt as well as cranky,
Here’s Another turn for you to be skanky.
So now I call my well wishers fine noon,
So that karma will confirm my boon.
Ending this ‘Another’ with a hope that my writings aren’t folly,
I promise my friend, you will soon end up with lots & lots of jolly.
Makes me think about that soft pain.
B cool !
Jul 2018 · 61
~Dichotomy of self~
Karan Sherwal Jul 2018
Things I know..
can never be disclosed.
For I am in front of em’
And I contain certain amount of liquidity.
That amounts to the peace,
I call !!!
Jul 2018 · 59
Karan Sherwal Jul 2018
For he doesn’t know how to reciprocate things..
For he want to help her, widen her wings.
For he tries and could never escape his demons,
After every season comes another reason.
For he is so gullible that he’s desires blooms like a bubble.
For every move he make, The soul tries to wake.
And sorry,
For his will to love, trust & to die with you,
He walks alone in this age of love curfew.
For my swan out there somewhere..
Jul 2018 · 86
Karan Sherwal Jul 2018
You are all in me now,
It's the least I can do !
I really want to get through
Sometimes I wonder what you do..
Glimpse of your eyes is all I have now....
Fading colours and affection
Looking at mirror, a reflection
The man is taking bow !!
Showing the way , breakthrough
Silence covers beside
Souls kept aside
Be careful , its see through !!
Before the meet
Jul 2018 · 1.2k
Poor boy
Karan Sherwal Jul 2018
"Poor Boy"
And so I say to you
In the 21st century, Youth messing around uptown and downtown
Frequent gatherings; temporary pleasures.
They have to reassure, their relations
I of them all allowed myself to grasp the sweet melting moral,
It have to be fascinating because
All my life I was dreaming of having materialistic pleasures.
In the midst I watch time passing's not dark yet
I am waking like a traveller who is in search of something, he never felt or saw it  in movies,comical clips etc.
Seldom have we been so slow,
Seldom have we been so far !
I am tired of days not resulting in tangible gains...
Hot red blood boiling in my veins.
Oh! great creator of being,
Hold my baby finger, take me to dreamland ! If not ? Then tell me the hidden meaning of daily signs,
I am attracting  and I saw,not the church but the Jesus is the true vine.

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