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Pallavi Feb 2019
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 Feb 2019
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 2019
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 2019
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 2019
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.
Pallavi Feb 2019
Happiness is a cloud
When you have it,
It shouts loud.
As white as dew,
As good as few,
So pure & blissful .....
When it comes.
Abondon in pain
When it runs.
Pallavi Feb 2019
To whom should I tell........
My heart is bleeding like hell.
Shattered ray of hopes,
Dark well & deep slopes.
Deserted island & empty shell,
Broken promises would never sell.
Anger, pain harder to dwell.
To whom should I tell.......
To whom should I tell.......
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