"chauhan" poems
Kuch ajnabi si halchal..
Kuredd rhi hamare Dil ko pal pal!!
Najaane kya bayaan krna chahti h..
Shayad aane waali koi aandhi h, Jo Hume barbaad krna chahti h!!
Najjane kya Sandesh lekar aai...
Shayad nhi samjh paa rhe hum iski gehraai!!
Kuch andherapan sa chaa rha h...
Jo Hume shayad pal pal maar rha hai!!
Kuch to ajeeb baat hai...
Shayad aane waali ek kaali Raat h!!
Shayad koi apna hi hai iske piche..
Jo dhakel rha Hume sabse niche!!
Shayad qismat mein hai yahi Likha ...
Ki Hain hum uski life ka ek maamuli sa sikka!!
Jo shayad koi keemat nhi rakhta h...
Lekin vo shayad nhi jaanta ki ye sikka Uske liye Jaan Dene ki Bhi himaat rakhta h!!!!!
- manvee chauhan
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
Little did you know
When you left me
A long time ago
You gave me liberty.
The best gift you could give
Although I still did grieve
The years gone by clung to me
Strangling me , refusing to set me free.
Soon a firm resolve
Made me stride with purpose
From my stupor I evolved
The turning point , beckoned me
I soared higher and higher
Oxygen pumped faith hope and serenity
I remembered you with gratitude for letting me be.
Copyright (c) Deep Shree Chauhan
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
Words languish on my lips
Linger then pause
Soon cease to be.
Copyright (c) Deep Shree Chauhan
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:20 AM UTC
In the dawn of morning’s light,
A name that glows, so pure, so bright,
Chauhan, like a melody sweet,
A beauty no one can defeat.
Her eyes, like stars that softly gleam,
Reflecting every hidden dream,
With every glance, a world unfolds,
A story of grace yet to be told.
Her smile, a ray that breaks the night,
A beacon shining pure and bright,
Her laughter, a song that lifts the soul,
Filling hearts, making them whole.
In Chauhan’s presence, time stands still,
A gentle force, a graceful will,
Her beauty is not just in her face,
But in the kindness, the love, the grace.
A heart as deep as ocean's blue,
A spirit that is strong and true,
Chauhan, the name that brings the dawn,
A beauty forever to carry on.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC
I wonder at her, this vision so rare,
Chauhan moves like a dream through the air.
Her grace is a whisper, soft and profound,
A presence that echoes without a sound.
Her features, a blend of soft and sharp,
A heart-shaped face, with an elegant spark.
High cheekbones, sculpted and bold,
A jawline slender, a story untold.
Her eyes, deep pools of icy black,
So captivating, they pull me back.
A gaze so intense, yet tender and kind,
A mystery hidden, yet so easy to find.
Her complexion fair, a flawless light,
A contrast to the dark, both gentle and bright.
Her hair, so black, cascading with grace,
In sleek waves or loose, a soft embrace.
She moves with an aura, cinematic and strong,
Like something from another time, where dreams belong.
A modern-day siren, with nothing to hide,
Graceful in motion, with elegance as her guide.
Chauhan, a vision of beauty so true,
A muse of wonder, both old and new.
Her presence, a melody, soft yet so bright,
A timeless enchantment, in day and in night.
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC
I have started living alone....
Just wanna hit myself with a very hard stone!!!
It is no more a peaceful life..
Just wanna stab myself with a very sharp knife!!!
There is not even a single element of fun...
Just wanna shoot myself with a metal gun!!
My heart is not well, maybe getting sick..
Just wanna jump from a very high peak and I hope, no one will ever be able to pick!!
There is no place left in this selfish world for me to hide...
Just wanna committ suicide!!
Now, I am unable to bear any lie...
Just wanna die!! Just wanna die!!
Manvee Chauhan
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC