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poetryofdhiman Apr 2019
The people
we love the most
Hurt us the deepest.

- D h i m a n
poetryofdhiman Mar 2018
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.

poetryofdhiman Feb 2018
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.

poetryofdhiman Feb 2018
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...

We have become ghosts to each other, unknown and afraid...
poetryofdhiman Feb 2018
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.

Hope is always the antidote to every heartbreak you have, for every suffering you deal with. It is the light to see the path...
poetryofdhiman Feb 2018
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.

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