"bhardwaj" poems - Hello Poetry

Because my mom once said, Life is a journey And it won’t be that sturdy. Crawl like a creeper Or dance like a tapper, It would let you decide But still will push you over the tide. There will be a day It will hold you back, Fight the tears Dread the day There is a light in you Don’t see others fly away, You are there to fight the grey. Those who’ll go out of your sight Could not make your home bright, Don’t count on people They are not for you, Look up to those stars That’s where you can hide your scars. There will be days When all you’ll sense would be darkness, Don’t forget to look through it Colors will be waiting To fill your emptiness. Feel the breeze Open your arms, Drink the rain, Love the wind, Let the smell of the flowers Cover you, Let the music of the birds Be your language, All you will learn is to smile Because all days won’t be alike. Because my mom once said, Promises are like rivers They don’t have any shape, They begin from an end And those ends seldom meet. Don’t wait for any soul Winds are born to be blown, What they take And what they leave Is another story Little told and so untold. There will be days When you’ll get tired You’ll crave for love You’ll wait for someone to hold you, Breathe and begin again Because some cries go in vain. It won’t warn you before the fire Not even when you will be half burnt. It won’t collect the ashes But that end It will go in your name. Because my mom once said, Life is like a game. You’ll never win But you won’t mind losing in the end, This loss would bear what you are Like a mirror to your sabotage. It won’t flow with happiness You’ll be the struggler And you’ll have to be the believer. Because those who don’t believe Throughout they bleed. Even when you don’t find the reasons Remember, autumn is also a season. Beauty is not in fulfillment It’s in half said quotes Musical notes Unsung melodies Quite soliloquies. Happiness is not in the balloon that flies high It’s in the wings of those nestlings Who so adamantly try, It is not in victories But joyful histories Curious mysteries Unexplained madness Self created sadness. Because my mom once said This life is your creation A battle without destination. Catch all the butterflies Live all your cries Rise like someone will catch you, Fall like someone will push you. Because one day you’ll start this journey All over again Not because this won’t be enough Enough is never the word It’s always more and even more But because you’ll once again become my sword And I’ll not hold you ever I’ll let you sway. Because my mom once said, I am born the brightest sunray Life is just a child’s play. -Prachi Bhardwaj

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC

prachi-bhardwaj

Because my mom once said

Because my mom once said, Life is a journey And it won’t be that sturdy. Crawl like a creeper Or dance like a tapper, It would let you decide But still will push you over the tide. There will be a day It will hold you back, Fight the tears Dread the day There is a light in you Don’t see others fly away, You are there to fight the grey. Those who’ll go out of your sight Could not make your home bright, Don’t count on people They are not for you, Look up to those stars That’s where you can hide your scars. There will be days When all you’ll sense would be darkness, Don’t forget to look through it Colors will be waiting To fill your emptiness. Feel the breeze Open your arms, Drink the rain, Love the wind, Let the smell of the flowers Cover you, Let the music of the birds Be your language, All you will learn is to smile Because all days won’t be alike. Because my mom once said, Promises are like rivers They don’t have any shape, They begin from an end And those ends seldom meet. Don’t wait for any soul Winds are born to be blown, What they take And what they leave Is another story Little told and so untold. There will be days When you’ll get tired You’ll crave for love You’ll wait for someone to hold you, Breathe and begin again Because some cries go in vain. It won’t warn you before the fire Not even when you will be half burnt. It won’t collect the ashes But that end It will go in your name. Because my mom once said, Life is like a game. You’ll never win But you won’t mind losing in the end, This loss would bear what you are Like a mirror to your sabotage. It won’t flow with happiness You’ll be the struggler And you’ll have to be the believer. Because those who don’t believe Throughout they bleed. Even when you don’t find the reasons Remember, autumn is also a season. Beauty is not in fulfillment It’s in half said quotes Musical notes Unsung melodies Quite soliloquies. Happiness is not in the balloon that flies high It’s in the wings of those nestlings Who so adamantly try, It is not in victories But joyful histories Curious mysteries Unexplained madness Self created sadness. Because my mom once said This life is your creation A battle without destination. Catch all the butterflies Live all your cries Rise like someone will catch you, Fall like someone will push you. Because one day you’ll start this journey All over again Not because this won’t be enough Enough is never the word It’s always more and even more But because you’ll once again become my sword And I’ll not hold you ever I’ll let you sway. Because my mom once said, I am born the brightest sunray Life is just a child’s play. -Prachi Bhardwaj

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Your irritating laughter. Your annoying smirk. Harshit Bhardwaj, You’re such a **** You always try To humour and kid. Harshit Bhardwaj, You’re so stupid. You start joking Without any whim. Harshit Bhardwaj, You’re so very dim. Your music is disruptive, Disturbing and destructive too. Harshit Bhardwaj, I seriously wanna maim you. Your hairs are like The feathers of a stork. Harshit Bhardwaj, You’re a big dork. Your eyes are sparkling, Your laughter is starting. Harshit Bhardwaj, Pray, quit your barking. You’re so spineless. You can’t go forward. Harshit Bhardwaj, You’re such a coward. Get it in your brains, That everything’s not a race. Do you feel that, Harshit Bhardwaj? I'm punching you in the face!

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Nov 1, 2014

Nov 1, 2014 at 4:18 AM UTC

isha-kumar

Harshit Bhardhwaj

Your irritating laughter. Your annoying smirk. Harshit Bhardwaj, You’re such a **** You always try To humour and kid. Harshit Bhardwaj, You’re so stupid. You start joking Without any whim. Harshit Bhardwaj, You’re so very dim. Your music is disruptive, Disturbing and destructive too. Harshit Bhardwaj, I seriously wanna maim you. Your hairs are like The feathers of a stork. Harshit Bhardwaj, You’re a big dork. Your eyes are sparkling, Your laughter is starting. Harshit Bhardwaj, Pray, quit your barking. You’re so spineless. You can’t go forward. Harshit Bhardwaj, You’re such a coward. Get it in your brains, That everything’s not a race. Do you feel that, Harshit Bhardwaj? I'm punching you in the face!

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Oh unlimited form of energy, When thou will come to me. Will it be as early as it should be Or be so late to be of no use for me? I wonder when thou will come, I ponder how thou will come. What should I do just sit and wait, Or pull myself together and do a work great. But to do a work great I need thou, And to make you come to me I bow. Oh unlimited form of energy, When thou will come to me. Am I loud enough to reach you, Or for you to find me should I leave a clue. Oh but I'm in a situation so dilemmatic, Anyone would if listen it'll sound hectic. I even don't know I'm reaching you or not, And if I've reached I don't know you're bound to me or not. -Divya Prakash Bhardwaj (DPBian art)

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Nov 25, 2018

Nov 25, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC

dpbianart

Oh! Energy

Oh unlimited form of energy, When thou will come to me. Will it be as early as it should be Or be so late to be of no use for me? I wonder when thou will come, I ponder how thou will come. What should I do just sit and wait, Or pull myself together and do a work great. But to do a work great I need thou, And to make you come to me I bow. Oh unlimited form of energy, When thou will come to me. Am I loud enough to reach you, Or for you to find me should I leave a clue. Oh but I'm in a situation so dilemmatic, Anyone would if listen it'll sound hectic. I even don't know I'm reaching you or not, And if I've reached I don't know you're bound to me or not. -Divya Prakash Bhardwaj (DPBian art)

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