Category Archives: EMOTIONAL POETRY

A GUEST POST “I’ve Always Told You” by “PRATIK KIRVE FROM PUNE

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 I’ve Always Told You

No, I’m not misunderstanding anything. 
You have always been a free-spirited, 
Straight forward, eloquent, and articulate. 
And I miss that, I’ve always told you.

You always spoke your mind, 
You talked whatever you wanted,
Without thinking who thinks what about you.
And I admire that, I’ve always told you.

So, if you are not saying, ‘I miss you,’ 
What do you expect me to believe? 
I believe you don’t miss me. 
And I distaste that, I’ve always told you.

When I confronted you for being mean to me, 
All you said was, you’re misunderstanding me.
Then, you began giving explanations. 
And I hate that, I’ve always told you.

You can’t expect me to realize on my own, 
If you’re not saying it out loud as you always did,
I think, either you don’t miss me or you’ve changed.
And I realize that, I’ve always told you.

You’ve always been vocal to express love to me,
We had to part ways, but never resented each other,
Then why not to be vocal about missing me?
And I resent that, I’ve always told you.

This means only one thing, you’ve changed.
You’re not the person I fell in love with. 
The distance, the new environment changed you. 
And I believe that, I’ve always told you.

And even if you want to give explanation for that, 
You better keep it to yourself. 
I don’t expect explanations from unknown people.
And I resolve that, I’ve always told you.

Whatever the excuse or explanation you have,
I just want to tell you, I’ve always missed you.
Your place in my life is irreplaceable. 
I know that, you know that, 
And I don’t have to tell you that.

by: PRATIK KIRVE

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SOMETHING ABOUT HIM IN HIS OWN WORDS:-

Hi, Dear Reader!!
I am Pratik Kirve From Pune, India. An Avid Reader, Cool-minded Introvert, who always sees the world around him from own point of view & gets lost in his own world! I like daydreaming & believing that it’s possible.
The purpose of my writing is to tell people that they are not alone. There are people who feel the same way you felt when you were going through the same situations I portray in stories and poems. I felt the loneliness for almost a year. And I tried to escape from reality in that period through stories and poetry. So, I started writing personal stories as well as stories of people who have gone through a struggle to give strength to others.
Besides poetry and stories, I like football. I am a huge fan of Manchester United. I love drinking cold coffee. I also love listening to music, especially Eminem and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

 

 

POEMS BY A GUEST POET : “LONE GIRL STANDING”

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DESOLATE

Was I so wrong?
Was I so bad?
Lost everything
Everything I had

Is it this world?
Is it just me?
Terrible I feel
When I just want to be

Feelings pour out
But words stay in
Witness to my fault
Silent witness to my sin

For yes, I have sinned
Wrong that I was
I was at fault
Believing in lost cause

Had hope in people
Had faith in them
I was so naive
Only I am to blame

I have learned now
Now I finally know
I will be on my own
It will always be so

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HAVE I LOST YOU

Have I lost you
When I can’t see
but sense your lingering
presence around me?
Have I lost you?

Have I lost you
When I hear everyday
your loud, boisterous laugh
while silent, brooding I lay?
Have I lost you?

Have I lost you
When I feel your soft kiss
on my tearful face
filling me with peaceful bliss?
Have I lost you?

Have I lost you
When in your scent I drown
as my eyes fill with love
and wipe that intense frown?
Have I lost you?

Have I lost you
When I remember this all
that you still live in my heart
will come rushing at my silent call?
Have I lost you?

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DO

I do what I love
Doing what gives me pleasure
I enjoy process
And every moment I treasure
Smiling I face the odds
Troubles I heads on greet
Defeating them all
Makes success twice as sweet
Do the thing you love
And you’ll forget all the sweat
You’ll come out a winner
Nothing you’ll regret.

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THE SEAMLESS OCEAN OF LIFE

The seamless ocean of life ahead
the mysteries beyond which I cannot see,
but that treasure of knowledge is within reach
Just how to reach depends on me.

The ocean is big, so is my thirst
Will ever my curiosity let me be?
The water is ready for me to drink
Just when to drink depends on me

Thousand questions running in my mind
The ocean’s depth holds the answer, I see
If I want I can hear them whispering
Just when to hear depends on me.

Who am I, whose this body is?
What are oceans, rivers and the sea
If I want to know about it
He who knows it all will tell me.

poems composed by: GAYATRI SHENDURKAR (write with name:- LONE GIRL STANDING)

 

a brief Introduction about her:- 

guest poet-gayatri
GAYATRI SHENDURKAR

She is an economics graduate. She read her first novel when she was in 8th grade and since then she is addicted. she started writing poetry the same year, as she felt that poetry gave her the freedom to express things that she couldn’t before. she has no formal training in writing, but the passion motivates her

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Guest Poetry from PARAS “MY LAST WORDS”

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LAST WORDS

Youre familiar with the face of my darkness,
Shadows and shades of my brokenness.
My most beloved, forgive me
For the hurt I inflicted upon you.
I
m scared as you know my whole
And it terrifies me to witness
How effortlessly you fill all my gaps.
But I`m more an addict than a slave
To my melancholy.
Narcotics induce numbness, not to sorrow,
For it augments my cherophobia.
Let yourself; the light of my life, be absent,
And let life escape and abandon death with me.
My last thought; I ponder if I offered enough
Happiness to surpass the measure of suffering and dolours.

Reach for my heart as I reach for your hand
For I dont possess the divinity
To touch your heart or your enlivening virgin kiss.
Through the penance and amercement, my soul,
Will elope with what I never had; hope
To find what I never felt underneath; light.
And someday when I return intact,
I
ll wrap you in my absolute warmth
And shower you with my lit and free joy and love

composed by:-  PARAS

About the Poet:-

He began Writing lyrics when he was 16 (after a heart break) and grew to write poems when he turned 18.he self published his Book on Poetry named as “RAINBOW INA DESERT”,which is available on amazon.Here’s a link for it.

RAINBOW IN A DESERT

A Very Romantic poetry:-“HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI” (YES IT IS LOVE)

     “HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI”

         Hota hai Jab Zikra-e-Mohabbat to Naam Zehan me Tera Aata hai, 
        Mohabbat Mayne Sirf Tu hai Mujhe To bas Inta Samajh Aata hai .

        Main khud bhi Aazma Leta hun Apni Mohabbat ki Dewangi Kabhi,
        Ki band Karun Jaise hi Aankhen To Chehra Tera Nazar Aata hai.

        Hai Mujhko is Baat ka Ahsaas ki Maujood nahi hai Paas Tu mere,    
        To Phir Pehlu me Baitha ho Tu Jaise dil ye Kyun Ahsaas Karata hai.

        Mar Jaaye Jo Kisi ki Yaad Me Usey Deewaana Kahte Hain Log,
        To Phir Marey Jo Har Lamha Kisi ke Liye Wo Kya Kahlaata hai.

        Chahey Laakh Khafa Rahun Tujhse Main Teri Kisi Baat Se Lekin,
        Dekhta Hun Jaise hi Soorat Teri To Phir Pyaar Aa Jaata hai.

        Peeye Itne Ashq Teri Aankhon Se Maine Ki ab To Ye Aalam hai,
        Ki Udhar Jab Roti Tu hai To Idhar ‘Aatif’ Aansun Bahaata hai.

      A Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-‘Aatif’

“WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH” a Guest poetry by: Damandeep Kaur

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WHY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

Your eyes are like a sea,
the door of my heart’s key…

I don’t know why I love you so much…
that can’t hear anything wrong about you though not being physically in touch..

Staying with you forever is my dream of every day n night,
spending countless romantic evenings with you is the best dream coming true in my sight…

The whole world around seem to be stopped…
first time my love when I kissed you my heart was on the seventh sky’s top…

The warmth of your hug is the best feeling I ever get…
and of course our first hug my love how can I forget…

You came to me with a rose in your hand,little shyness in your eyes and a blushing face…
hugged me tight ,oh my god how beautiful were those days…

your hand in my hand best were those romantic walks……
your pinky finger in my pinky finger and our those long late night talks…

when we both get frustrated after our every fight..
A kiss on forehead just set everything right…

Skype dates are not that bad …
after such beautiful experiences of hugs and kisses we had…

I write you..just by seeing you on my Skype date..
you’re so beautiful in my words then how much beautiful you would be in reality I wonder my soulmate

by: DAMANDEEP KAUR

Something About the Poet

She is pursuing her graduation in economics honours from
Amity University,Noida.

She write poems in English,hindi and punjabi and most of them based on love,romance and pain.

 

 

 

 

Guest Poetry “TRY HARD TO FIND PEACE” by Lisa Keeble

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TRY HARD TO FIND PEACE

 I long for peace; a quiet, inner voice

To still the storm that rages

Surely happiness and calm can come from choice?

Advice on so many pages

Acceptance of self and of life’s bitter twists

To laugh ’till you no longer cry

To see all the beauty in Mother Nature’s gifts

Lost when I had to say goodbye

I try hard to find peace; just for a small while

And there it is: I remember your smile

by: Lisa Keeble

About the Poet: She used to love poetry when she was at school (many years ago!) but only started writing again recently.

She lost her husband almost 3 years ago and find it hard to put her feelings about him and her life together into words; somehow, through poetry and her blog,she is finding a way to express herself which gives her great comfort.

Guest Post:-“An EMOTIONAL ATTACK” by: Richa Kataria

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           “An EMOTIONAL ATTACK”

when the heart is full of emotions

 it sets the eyes to motion;

 the feeling which is at peak gently flows down to cheek

 making the ever enthusiastic tongue silent and meek.

 
Next the head becomes heavy and life seems hazy

 because my actions have become lazy

trying their best to drive me crazy.
Now I can only wait for the storm to go

 and things to become slow

 so that I can get back the control of my mind

 that is chasing the past time in hopes of getting back all that was once mine..

by: RICHA KATARIA

about the Poet:-

She is a graduate in literature from Delhi university and Right now pursuing B.ED from I.P university.
She is very passionate about poetry writing.