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Vani Aug 1
i have never had anything to my name
would you name your roses after me?
please excuse my desperation
Jul 31 · 282
Dear Delhi
Vani Jul 31
the town i was born in wasn't big enough
to contain the vastness of my dreams
so i moved out
i spent hours upon hours on the bank of river yamuna
looking for a sign
completely forgetting that a dead river can't speak
i misunderstood its silence for an invitation
so i moved in
i traded my inner peace for smoke filled air
and my innocence for the facade of a happy woman
delhi, i spent years of my life trying to fit in
to make sure that i belong
then why do the stares on the streets
tell me that i don't
delhi why have you been so cruel to me
like a failed mother forcing her expectations on her daughter
no matter what i did
i was never good enough
every time i tried to speak
you just didn't want to hear
you're a city trying to hide its deafness from its people
delhi why are you so unfair?
you throw stones at the workers that build you
and bow down at the feet of your destroyers
maybe you're just as confused and tired as me
people have taken more from you than you could give
so you stand exhausted, defeated and short of breath
and i do the same
for both of us have failed miserably
i could never be your daughter
and you could never be my home
i came looking for a home in a city which doesn't have space
Jun 29 · 543
I Love You
Vani Jun 29
didn't your heart stopped for a while
before making such a weighted declaration

didn't your lungs gasp for air
before these words could escape your mouth

didn't your voice tremble
while speaking these words out aloud

how casually you said them
like you didn't even mean to

but why am I scolding you now
'cause once it's said
it doesn't matter
it doesn't change anything

the words have been said
the blood has been drawn

and now there's no turning back
'cause mortals aren't allowed to fall in love with Gods
how can I lose you when i never had you to begin with?
Jun 26 · 398
Oh America!
Vani Jun 26
It feels like yesterday
when a politician appeared on our doorstep
with promises of development,
employment
and better health facilities

He said
"we would turn India into
America"

The same politician was on our doorstep
yesterday
distributing masks and soap bars
among people
who can't afford them

When people expressed their
fear
over the growing number of
cases

He replied by saying
Don't worry we won't let
India turn into
America
How the tables have turned
Vani Jun 24
to be needed by everyone
but wanted by none
if i disappear tomorrow the only thing you'd probably miss is a clean house
Vani Jun 24

Last night I came across a man
His skin pale as marble
Eyes dark and cold
Wearing a crisp charcoal suit
And black sparkling shoes
The smell of his cologne
Burning my nostrils
The warmth of his breath
Making me shiver
A chill ran across my spine
As he pinned me to the wall
Tracing circles on the back of my neck
With his bony fingers
He tightened his grip on my throat
As I held on to dear life
Slowly he drew his lips close to my ear
And asked ; his voice, barely a whisper
Will you come along with me?
I tried but couldn’t say NO
Soon he took over everything I once called mine

Last night I met a man named Death
And I fell in love with him
Jun 21 · 7.4k
what are you made of?
Vani Jun 21
you inhale tragedies
and exhale poetry
From where do you get your perseverance?
Vani Apr 7
sad like her cheeks when she forces a smile
dry like her lips when she kisses my cheeks
lost like her expressions when she stares into the darkness
Quivering like her voice when she lies that she's okay
Deaf like her ears when she slips  back into her void
tired as her eyes when she hasn't slept all night
Yellow as the pills she places on her tongue
And red as the wine she gulps them down with

If you ever wonder what depression looks like
It looks like my mother's face
Vani Feb 8
I lie on my bed
I get some thoughts in my head
I try to drive them away
But they go on to stay
They keep haunting me
The words keep daunting me
I take out a paper and a pen
write the thought down, then
I read it, doesn't sound that bad
feeling content and glad
I go back to my bed
And fall asleep with an empty head
After dawn, when I feel unruffled and sane
I take out the paper and read it again
It sounds terrible, I want to cry
Nonetheless I give it another try
Reading it again, It sounds even worse
Ashamed of my 3 am self and her words
Registering the lack of passion they display
Disgusted, I post them anyway
Thank you for reading this 💕
Vani Feb 3
T-shirt and jeans form a good outfit
Bulky sweaters are better
A turtleneck and jacket is definitely the best

Gotta hide all her bruises, you see
At least he didn't hit her in her face
Vani Jan 29
Patriarchy is no glass ceiling
That you can shatter in one half-hearted blow
Or a fragile soap bubble
That you can pop easily with your acrylic nail
Instead it's a concrete roof
Built to trap your soul
To make you feel less of a human
And more of an object
It's a concrete roof with numerous cracks in it
Made by the women who came before us
And the women who live among us
For centuries they have spent their lives
Trying to build those cracks
So that light can enter
In our gloomy fates
And you have to do the same
For the women yet to come
So bring in your hammer, girl
We have some work to do
By some I mean a lot of it
We have to work for nights and days
Until the concrete crumbles to dust
And humanity breathes in free air
But don't you worry or freak out
Cause no matter how tough concrete is
The spirit of women will always be stronger
PS. Choose your battles wisely, sis. Recognize what's worth fighting for and what's not. The last thing you would want to do is waste your time and efforts on something that won't help the cause we're fighting for and would bring bad name to the entire movement.
Do something that the future you can be proud of.
Jan 17 · 223
Political Dilemma
Vani Jan 17
If you don't a support the left
You're a fascist
And if you are critical of the right
You're anti-national

So I guess, I'm a bit of both
The current political state in the nation where you can't exist without being wrong
Vani Jan 10
Sometimes, I feel
that intoxication would burn down my pain
only to find out
that it can reemerge from the ashes
unless it's treated with love
“Sorrow can be alleviated by good sleep, a bath and a glass of wine.” ~ Saint Thomas Aquinas, Italian Dominican Priest, 1225 – 1274,
Vani Jan 8
I am your muse
She is your love
I inspire you to write
She inspires you to live
She has your heart
I have your words

And words, no matter how magnificent
are nothing in comparison of love
I'd rather be heartbroken than be a homewrecker
Vani Jan 7
loving her is
dreaming of tropical sunsets
while stuck up on a blizzard
believing her is
driving fast on the highway
with ***** in your blood
wanting her is
hoping for the snow to fall
in the month of July
kissing her is
chewing the pieces of your own broken heart one by one
but that shouldn't stop you from
-loving her
-believing her
-wanting her and
-kissing her
her rise might lead to your end
her smile might leave you distressed
you might land up in situations, you can't comprehend
but isn't what you signed up for when you chose her over me
so you are not allowed to give up on her
not now
not ever
Tell her that you love her despite her flaws, believe in her ability to fight her demons, make her feel wanted for everything that she is and when she gets tired of fighting kiss her gently and lie down with her. Love her more than you ever loved me. Your love can be her only savior. Please don't let me down this time.
Vani Jan 6
hate to me is a precious emotion
something even more sacred than love
i keep it reserved for very few people
and for even fewer occasions
it isn't something that I carry around with me
spewing at random strangers on internet
sometimes I do get a bit sarcastic
sometimes a bit edgy
but trust me what you saw
was neither sarcasm nor edginess
and definitely not hate
it was my stupidity
stupidity to forget that the only use of comments section is to
shout out compliments
it can't be used to express disagreements
disagreement for the usage of the word 'thing'
for a living person
specifically a girl
i didn't know you wrote that for your daughter
don't remember if it was mentioned anywhere
all I can say is sorry
sorry for misunderstanding
and sorry for being misunderstood
sending love for your daughter
blow her a kiss for me
educate her and give her books to read
so that when she grows up
she won't be stupid like me

Goodbye, won't bother you again
I would send this directly to ap but I have been blocked (lol) so you guys carry the message. Also tell me if there is some therapy to treat stupidity, I am in dire need of that
Jan 6 · 116
Whoreship
Vani Jan 6
you scream her name
everytime you make love to me
and i pretend that
i didn't hear

after all this is business
and i can't mix pleasure with it
Why do you come here everyday?
Vani Jan 3
they say at the end of every dark tunnel
there is light
but what do you do
when the inside of your heart
is darker than darkness itself
so much so
that even LIGHT is scared of you
Black holes can be beautiful too
Dec 2019 · 381
New Year 2020
Vani Dec 2019
No Jesus was born on December 25
And no way there's new year on January 1st

The winter is cold and depressing
without an ounce of sunshine

The flowers are dead
The trees are barren
The sky is foggy
And the lips are dry

Why would anything great happen at this time of the year?

Maybe it's our ancestors who are trying to tell us something

If Jesus took birth and survived
defying all the odds
Despite the king of Judea
trying to take his life

Then no matter what happens
You can survive too

If the new year can come
Walking on snow
With no flowers to welcome him
And no sun to keep him warm

Then no matter how depressing the times are
You can always become 'New'
Congrats you have survived another year
Keep fighting your battlles. I am so proud of y'all
Dec 2019 · 198
A forgotten cup of coffee
Vani Dec 2019
Sometimes while hurrying with your life
You place your hot cup of coffee on the table
And forget about it for a while
Slowly it starts degrading
First it loses its aroma
Then its warmth
And finally its taste
Until it becomes a brown watery liquid
With nothing left in it to offer
Now it can neither energize nor refresh you
But you're getting late for work
So you gulp it down anyway
The feeling of disgust and discontent
Evident on your face
As if you'd have preferred poison
Over that cup of coffee
It's like you have forgotten that it was YOU
Who left it to rot away in the first place


I refuse to be that forgotten cup of coffee in your life
Find someone who loves you as much as I love my black coffee ☕
Vani Dec 2019
loving you was like
gulping the whole sun down my throat
in one go
of course i am burning now
Love is like fire which burns everything that come in its way
Dec 2019 · 840
Not Him
Vani Dec 2019
You are kind
You are sweet
You are caring
You are gentle
You are loving
You are caring
Any girl would be lucky to have you
But you're not 'him'
And that's why we can't be together
Dec 2019 · 323
The Sun and the Earth
Vani Dec 2019
The sun bids adieu to his lover
With a promise to meet later
The sky is red- the color of blood
Reflecting the pain of the earth’s heart
Only god knows how she’ll spend the night
Cold, dark and full of fright
Waiting for her love to return
And in the dawn as the first ray of sun
touches the earth
The darkness fades
And she springs to life again
The sun and the earth
They meet every morning
Only to part
At dusk
The dusk must be an artist. Who else can paint the parting of two lovers so beautifully
Jan 2019 · 2.5k
Dear poets,
Vani Jan 2019
What flows in your veins
Blood or Anguish??
Sometimes your poems kick me in the gut and sometimes they soothe me with love
Dec 2018 · 800
Moon
Vani Dec 2018
You used to call me your Moon
And that wasn't a lie
I was your Moon
And she was your Sun
The moon is nothing but a cold rock which reflects sun's light in its absence
Dec 2018 · 9.0k
A woman of substance
Vani Dec 2018
She looks like heaven
And tastes like hell
Dec 2018 · 460
Love Hurts
Vani Dec 2018
I knew that
LOVE HURTS
You taught me
How Much
Nov 2018 · 1.7k
Two words
Vani Nov 2018
There are these two words
TOXIC and INTOXICATING
And LOVE
Is both of them
Nov 2018 · 577
Dear friend,
Vani Nov 2018
One day you'll have a complete heart to yourself
A heart which
will beat just for you
It will move mountains just to make you smile
It will swim across oceans just to be closer to yours
It'll feel your tears before they leave your eyes
It'll listen to your words even before they escape your lips
A heart strong enough to fight
A heart warm enough to care
A heart brave enough to love

One day you'll have the sort of heart you deserve
And baby, don't you dare settle for anything less
One day you'll come across someone who'll love you wholeheartedly
Nov 2018 · 446
Since the day you left
Vani Nov 2018
I haven't let anyone in
'cause you're irreplacable my love
Nov 2018 · 939
It was too late
Vani Nov 2018
Before I could realise
How dangerous it can be to love a monster
The damage was done
The blood was drawn
And now there is no turning back
Oct 2018 · 489
It hurts
Vani Oct 2018
When you cut your heart open for someone
who doesn't care if its bleeding
Unrequited love is **** painful
Oct 2018 · 449
The real 'She'
Vani Oct 2018
All you see is a smile on her face
Or how she walks with elegance and grace
How her laughter echoes in the air
And how the wind moves her hair
You see her lips painted in red
You see the tiara placed on her head
You see everything she lets you see
But what you don’t see is the real ‘she’  
If you really want to see her, get closer
See her anxieties, strangled together
Look at her tears, she hides them better
Look at her soul, a withered flower
Close your eyes, if you want to see more
Can you see that pain, there is lot more
These criss-cross lines you feel on her arms
They are the traces, of her hidden scars
See there in the corner, her heart is lying
see it is bleeding, but not much crying
Listen to the secrets, she whispers in the dark
Hold her hand and you’ll feel a spark
Behind the surface there’s a lot to see
Deep in her eyes there’s a hidden mystery
A lot of mysteries are hidden behind the smile that she carries.
Vani Oct 2018
Love her like she’s the only girl in the world.
Make her your top-most priority. When you’re awake, think of her. When you’re asleep dream of her. Drink in her beauty even if it’s venomous
Eat up all her words even if they hurt Breathe in her scent even when she’s stinking.
Let the love for her grow on you till your mind is full of her thoughts and your sketch book is full of her portraits.

Paint her scars beautifully with vibrant colors.
Get her name tattooed on your heart. When she strolls in the darkness, wander along.
When she falls down, lie down with her and stare at the night sky.
See the world through her eyes

Hold her hands when she is cold. Embrace her when she is scared.
Kiss her tears when she cries and become the reason behind her smile.


Don’t try to plaster her wounds.
Don’t try to pull her out of her miseries.
Instead, accept her the way she is- scathed and destroyed.

Be ready to kiss her good night at 3 a.m. ‘cause tormented souls like her can’t sleep earlier.

Pour all her insecurities, sorrows and grieves in a wine glass
and gulp them down in one go because that’s all she has to offer you. Emotions are like wine anyway, both get stronger with time.


Struggling with the pieces of her, you might lose your sanity.  
Loving her might be difficult, suffocating and disturbing at times but don’t give up on her so easily.


Soon, you’ll know why hurricanes are named after people.
Thanks for reading this.
Oct 2018 · 5.0k
Poetry
Vani Oct 2018
Some poets write with pen
And others with pain
Just a random thought...
Oct 2018 · 367
First Love
Vani Oct 2018
There is definitely something magical about first love
Butterflies in stomach, sleepless nights and the excitement of the first kiss.
The feeling of holding heaven in your hands
Like god is answering all your prayers
The way your cheeks flush scarlet when someone says his name
How your eyes twinkle like stars on seeing his picture flashing on screen
Your entire world brightens up with the glow of a thousand suns
You know, this wouldn’t last long but that doesn’t stop you
You keep falling deeper in love with each passing moment
Until the dream shatters like glass and reality steps in
Leaving you struggling with the broken pieces of your heart
This is the moment, you have to stay strong
For love is definitely not for the weak
You know what?!  You will fall in love again
Maybe not as passionately as the first time
Nevertheless, it doesn’t matter
‘Cause the flame of your first love will always stay inside you
Burning brighter minute by minute
Keeping you warm for nights and days
You can fall in love more than once but it's impossible to forget the person who taught you the meaning of love
Oct 2018 · 1.4k
Have you ever?
Vani Oct 2018
Ever got up early in the morning
To stare at the beauty of sunrise

Ever stayed up all night
To gaze at the million shining stars

Ever spent a whole hour in the park
Talking to a complete stranger

Ever planted flowers on a place
You never intend to visit again

Ever fed cookies to the stray pups
And got your hands licked by them

Ever read a book so good
That it changed your entire world

Ever walked on wet grass
As the tiny dew drops tickled your feet

Ever shared your lunch with a hungry child
To see his smile reflected in your eyes

Ever loved someone so much
That it broke you apart when he went away
In the end, everything gets reduced to love
Vani Sep 2018
You were there when I was basking in all my glory
When I had this halo of light around me
You held my hand when I got a butterfly tattooed on my back
You kissed me often when my lips were smooth and perfect
You caressed my body when it was still beautiful
You loved me from the bottom of your heart or at least you said so
You stood on your knees one summer afternoon
You gave me a diamond – a promise of ‘forever’
But soon the weather changed and it got cold outside as well as inside
My once bright soul turned dark and grey
My skin has scars painted in red
My lips are now chapped and dry
And my body it’s just a lump of flesh now
You loved me then but you don’t love me now
‘Cause a few forevers last only for a summer
I wish I could make him read this.
Jul 2018 · 2.4k
I do love you but.......
Vani Jul 2018
I don’t want your fingers to bleed
while holding the pieces of my broken heart

I don’t want your eyes to cry
for the pain that lives inside me

I don't want your tounge to taste blood
each time it whispers my name

I don’t your hands to shiver
while reaching for my cold soul

I don’t want you to suffocate
while drawing air to my lungs

I don’t want you to consume
the venom that flows inside my veins

I don’t want you to break down
in the process of healing me

So I’ll love you but only from a safe distance
Knowing that we don’t belong to each other
I’ll always love you
But will never show it
i think it's better this way
Jul 2018 · 708
What's your story??
Vani Jul 2018
One thing I love about people is that they have stories to tell you. Stories that tickle you and make you laugh really hard stories that bring tears to your eyes,
stories which quieten you and make you introspect
stories that awe you, stories which move your ground
stories which change your perception about life
stories that make you question the existence of god and stories which make you believe in him
stories that shake you to the core
stories which make you fall in love with someone and stories which break your heart
stories which make you feel complete and stories which help you realize your flaws
stories which fill you with agony and stories which make you feel blessed
stories which helps you understand the complexity of relationships
stories that make you value the tiny moments of happiness spent with loved ones
stories which kick you in the gut, stories which rip you apart, stories which make you feel naked
stories which scare the hell out of you, stories which bring out the warrior in you
stories that hurt you, stories which heal you
stories which help you find the purpose of your life and stories that stay in your heart forever.
So a person isn’t just a man/woman,
he/she is an untold story, an unsung song, an unread novel and an unraveled mystery waiting to be heard, sung , read and discovered.
All you need is the patience to listen, the warmth to care and the empathy to understand.
The magical world of stories is waiting for you
feel free to tell your stories.
Jul 2018 · 7.0k
What makes you a poet
Vani Jul 2018
You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart

You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent

You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions

You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely

You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else

You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses

You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken
Dedicated to all the poets here. I feel happy to be a part of the community.
Jul 2018 · 286
Real love
Vani Jul 2018
Paper towns
Matchstick people
Plastic hearts
Concrete emotions
Plastered smiles
Coal tar tears

Where to look for real love?
Thankyou for reading this.
Jun 2018 · 750
To all the sleepless souls
Vani Jun 2018
You spend your nights tossing and turning on your creaky bed
You hug your demons like a teddy bear
You try to hush your cries for sometime
But still a tear or two escape from your eyes
You attempt to think about the old happy times
But you can't evade the darkness that surrounds you
Sleep has abandoned you like your lost love
And all you do is stare at the ceiling above
You are broken tormented and terrified
In a vicious circle of emptiness and sufferings
You crave for the warmth of your lover's arms
But all you get is the coldness of your bed
For tonight, my friend let the moon be our messenger
Through it lets talk about our broken hearts, lost love and shattered dreams
Let's talk about the pain that clouds our eyes
Let's share the warm hugs of kindness
Amidst this pain, let's not forget that we are warriors
Souls who refuse to give in
We'll fight against our demons like the warriors we are
We'll rise above this world once and for all
Never give up
Vani May 2018
Girls like me don’t FALL in love
Instead we walk,  gracefully into it
Wearing red lipstick, black dress
And high heels

In one moment you’ll be the center of our universe
We’ll show all our love to thee
And in the very next ,you won’t mean anything to us
Cause we believe, detachment is the key

We’ll break your heart,
Leaving you with the pain
And you’ll struggle through the pieces
Till you are not so sane

We’ll tear open your wounds
And play with your scars
We’ll shine upon you
The lights of a million stars

Like siren we rise
Establishing our reign
You’ll weep and sigh
Your grieves in vain

But you know what is
W  O R S E
Once you have tasted our lips
You can’t kiss anyone else

And after this disaster you’ll wonder
Will spring come again?
No baby no
You’re not going to sustain

We can treat you like ****
And you’ll let us do that
We can push you out of the door
But you’ll always come back

The thing about girls like me is
You can never get over us
Don’t ask me why is that
You just simply can’t
Never fall in love with a girl like me. i repeat 'NEVER'
May 2018 · 364
Pouring
Vani May 2018
all                                                     my
happiness
                                 sorrows
lov­e
                 envy
desires  
                         passio­n  
virtues  
                   sins
darkness    
                           demons
tears and    
                            anguish

             in      a     wine    glass

             Would

              YOU

              like

             a

              sip?


                  Cause that's all I have to offer
Emotions are like wine..... both become stronger with time
May 2018 · 285
Fake it 'til you make it
Vani May 2018
Do they think I am ugly?
Do they feel I am dumb?
Am I hopeless? Am I stupid?
Am I worthless? Am I ****?

Do they even like me?
Or are they just being nice
Questions like these
Went daily through my mind

I acted like I ain’t afraid of anything
Like I am just being myself
Though inside I felt miserable
Like a cobweb on a shelf

On this very face of mine
I have put masks for years
Hiding all my insecurities
Hiding all my fears

I pretended to be
Someone I am not
A girl who looks pretty
A girl they think is hot

I kept putting on these masks
Till they became a part of me
As slowly and gradually
They grew to reality

But lately I realized
I was losing my soul
Living in a fake world
Growing up a hole

I didn’t have any idea
Who I actually was
When I came to terms with that
The masks began to fall

And as the masks fell one by one
There was a different girl underneath
A girl who could face her demons
And believe in herself

This was a journey with many hills
And sometimes it was ok to be in a valley
A mask may help to’ fake it ‘til you make it’
Until you start living your own poetry
After 6 months, 1k words and almost 100 followers, HePo feels like home how
May 2018 · 1.5k
Sita
Vani May 2018
The princess who chose
To live in exile
Holding  the hand of her husband
With a beautiful smile

Framed in a guile by Ravan
But she didn't fall in his wicked ways
Despite being held captive
And tortured for nights and days

She refused to go with Hanuman
When he came to rescue her
Insisted that Rama come openly to defeat her captor
In Rama's honor exile did she prefer

On the Ravan's  defeat - to prove her purity
She had to walk through fire
But the flames neither touched her body
And nor her attire

The fire bowed in her honor
But that wasn't enough
For the clouds of gloom  
Were towering above

The world has never been fair to women
Despite of proving her purity
Sita had to leave
It was the height of cruelty

Cause Rama was as weak
In the face of his men
As strong he was
In front of Ravan

Rama- the man
Sita loved enough to die for
Asked her to leave
To the path that led abhor

Just imagine the way Sita would be looking at Rama
With whom she had to part
For he was standing dumb like a statue
When her world was falling apart

Would she have accused or looked down at him
As she asked mother earth to swallow her
She was going back to where she came from
In order to save the last shred of her honor
Sita was raised by King Janaka; she was not his natural daughter but sprang from a furrow when he was ploughing his field. Rama won her as his bride by bending Shiva’s bow, and she accompanied her husband when he went into exile. Though carried away to Lanka by Ravana, she kept herself chaste by concentrating her heart on Rama throughout her long imprisonment. On her return she asserted her purity and also proved it by voluntarily undergoing an ordeal by fire. Rama, however, banished her to the forest in deference to public opinion. There she gave birth to their two children, Kusha and Lava. After they reached maturity and were acknowledged by Rama to be his sons, she called upon her mother, Earth, to swallow her up.

Sita is worshipped as the incarnation of Lakshmi, the consort of Vishnu. Though often regarded as the embodiment of wifely devotion and self-sacrifice, she is critical of Rama at times, even in the earliest version of the Ramayana, and in some of the later versions of the story she departs from the idealized, chaste image of the earlier text.
Vani May 2018
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
Apr 2018 · 1.0k
Shiva and Shakti
Vani Apr 2018
Shiva- the destroyer
The plethora of power
The synonym of destruction
He- who can never be defeated
The one who can demolish the world by mere opening of his third eye
Halahal- the most vicious poison rests in whose throat
Words are never enough to define whose eminence
The greatest manifestation of divine
The eternal and the auspicious
That shiva- the ultimate god
Is a mere corpse without ‘Shakti’

She gives strength to the ‘supreme being’
And they say women are weak.....
Shakti- the female or generative principle; wife of Siva; Meaning sacred force, power or energy, it represents the Hindu concept or personification of the divine feminine aspect, sometimes referred to as 'The Divine Mother'. Shakti represents the active, dynamic principles of feminine power. In Shaktism, Shakti is worshiped as the Supreme Being. However, in other Hindu traditions, Shakti embodies the active energy and power of male deities
Apr 2018 · 400
Love in moonlight
Vani Apr 2018
Slowly, the curtains approved
And the moonlight entered serenely
Lightning up my soul
And solemnizing my heart
Insentient of my surroundings
But cognizant of the newborn love
Your advent giving a face to my darkness
Your devils meeting mine
Just how two strangers meet
By coincidence......
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