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Because Life is a beautiful rhapsody,
for those who keep trying towards their goal;
And even the just light: The carrier of time,
pays respect to a black hole.
 Apr 2016 Anshula Nema
Rgc
I lie on the ground
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.

I see you there now,
looking down at me,
with that cute little smile,
that I like to see.

You say "close your eyes",
"tell me what you see",
I see only two people,
just you and me.

We're walking the shoreline,
with our feet getting wet,
the horizon turns pink,
as the sun starts to set.

Now the time has gone by,
through laughter and tears,
These days I shall cherish,
for years upon years.
Those memories we have,
shall never fade,
For those are the steps,
that we have made.

That was the past,
the future is near,
I anxiously wait,
for what will appear.
  Everything will be wonderful,
till you're near.
Maybe,what you see is not the truth,behind her story!
Maybe she is much more broken than she looks.
Maybe she sleeps with her eyes wet and her heart wounded.
Maybe she needs someone to calm her soul.
Maybe that smile on her face is fake.Maybe she needs more than she has always asked for.
Maybe she needs someone right beside her.
Maybe she needs more,more  love than she gets.
Maybe she is not that strong than she seems.
Maybe she is afraid of something.
Maybe she breaks down to her very last bit,when she looks really fine.
Maybe something or someone can mend her wounds.
Maybe she needs a hand to hold her,every time she falls!
Maybe she needs someone.
Maybe she needs someone.
"She is so nice!
She is always smiling and happy."*
-they said,
as she passed by them.
But *her pillow
told a
totally different story!
The moment I got to know
that beautiful hearts are more precious
than anything else in this world,
I fell in love with you!
How many days is she going to cry for you?
How many times is she going to remind you,
That she loves you?
How come she should believe,
that she is right?
When all she is getting is tears
and despair ,
in return of her love!
She wanted him to stay,
but he wanted to go!
So She let him go.
She let him go!
And she missed a precious part of her from that moment!
You are my rainbow my love.
Because you always bring
Colours to my life!
 Jan 2016 Anshula Nema
m i a
why do i always fall for the
pretty boys
pretty boys
who always treat me like
little toys
little toys
why can't i fall for the
good guys
good guys
who can actually see the sadness
in my eyes
in my eyes
this kind of a song, hope you enjoy it. <3
 Jan 2016 Anshula Nema
m i a
she was strong
an she was bold
her words were as
pure as gold
her skin was young
but her tongue
was wise
and her eyes
were as beautiful as the skies
she was strong
and she was bold
and words were as pure as gold.
a description of a young poetess. <3
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