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Pallavi 20h
I am  waiting for the dawn to set
And the night to come
The stars to shine
Crowd to ****
So that I can search you
In the light of stars
By following their marks
From the distance constellation
Looking for your information
I wish you will meet me someday
And come around my way.
Pallavi 1d
This silence is sting
This silence is pain
It's a big cluster of cloud
Which has no rain
I am standing on a skiff
In the middle of sea
Cyclones around.....
Just silence & me
It's hollow and deep
I even can't weep
Now everything is gone
Nothing is there to keep
The only thing I accompain with
Just silence & me.
Pallavi 6d
I don't know
Where I am going ....
This road leads
to your heart.
But still you are far
so far.....
I could not reach to you,
Because you are like a moon,
I can only see you
from a distance.
I can not have you,
touch you
embrace you
In my arms.
The only voice
rumbling in my ears
is the last time
you said,
"I Love You"
I still wanna go
back in time.
To ignite the fire
the thoughts & desire,
are sleeping on death-bed
Very soon they will expire.
Pallavi 7d
My love is like a quartz
Bestowing shine & sparks.
It's still like a Tiffany
So smooth but slippery.
It's like an expensive piece of art
I can only imagine for.
Absence sharpens love.....
They say,
My love couldn't reach
to the bay.
It's just a fiction.
Pallavi Feb 10
Who are you?
My instinct or my desire
You're taking me higher
And giving me immense pleasure.
My shadow or the liquid
running through my nerves
and absorbed by my bones.
My shade of lipstick
enhancing the beauty
of my unspoken words.
A sweet melodic song
going on the loop
all the time in my head.
I am sitting in a corner
Of my heart,
watching myself dancing
on your tunes.
This is the way I like
to feel you.
Because I know
You're not the real
Only in my muse.
Pallavi Feb 8
There is a girl
who dreams a lot .
Love
Ambitions
Family and
Thoughts
simple yet critical
modern still typical
Rough and rage
Colourful than her age
But nobody can gauge
the darkness she beholds
she was just thirteen
her Innocence unmould.
My pen refuses to inscribe the cruelity.
I wish this could be my imagination not reality.
Pallavi Feb 8
There is a girl
who dreams a lot .
Love
Ambitions
Family and
Thoughts
simple yet critical
modern still typical
Rough and rage
Colourful than her age
But nobody can gauge
the darkness she beholds
she was just thirteen
when her Innocence got unmould.
My pen refuses to inscribe the cruelity.
I wish this could be my imagination not reality.
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