shivranjanibhati

i 'm so Lovely, you are so Lovely, we're so lovely........ lovely lovely lovely. - Park Jimin

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  • shivranjanibhati 1d

    This world is our own personal fantasy,
    Persons recite in rhymes,
    From there touch to smell,
    Whole conversation and jingles,
    Everything seems so great,
    And you think,
    Nothing could go wrong.
    Cause we stay in a make believe world,
    We paint are own masterpiece.
    We sing our own lullabies,
    Heard by an imaginary crowd,
    Our life is an imaginary Island,
    We see the moon stuck as shadows,
    Tress busy In the mystic dance,
    With wind blowing in a dark nights.
    But when we open our eyes,
    They're not there,
    Cause, we stay in a make believe World.
    Between end and beginning.
    It's only our imagination.
    Uttered by unfelt.
    ©shivranjanibhati

  • shivranjanibhati 3d

    There was a tinge of sadness in
    Her voice and her hazel eyes
    Were moist.

    Then her expression hardened;
    She wiped her tears paused
    Brefiely and resumed.

    More often than not,
    I feel like quitting, but my old
    Quill is stubborn, it won't let me
    Move from here,

    And it's in this place that I'll
    Breathe my last.
    ©shivranjanibhati

  • shivranjanibhati 5d

    Take courage, to not be what they want.
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  • shivranjanibhati 5d

    Ohh darling, you deserve the love you gave me.
    ©shivranjanibhati

  • shivranjanibhati 5d

    You are full of love and you deserve the best of it darling.
    ©shivranjanibhati

  • shivranjanibhati 1w

    A poem begins as a melody of an artistic soul, chanting the lyrics of love.
    ©shivranjanibhati

  • shivranjanibhati 1w

    My poems falls in front of you like a kneeling angel, begging for love.
    ©shivranjanibhati

  • shivranjanibhati 1w

    Few taste are acquired
    With regrets, you take your initial bite!
    Overtime,
    You sip, licking the corner of your lips;
    With time,
    You swallow, smacking your lips,
    After every course,
    Without any remorse.
    ©shivranjanibhati

  • shivranjanibhati 1w

    A poem begins as a melody of an artistic soul, chanting the lyrics of love.
    ©shivranjanibhati

  • shivranjanibhati 1w

    I walked miles to find peace,
    How i unrevealed my skies, holding an umbrella for me to not get wet in the rain of tears,
    Not in a sky of depression nor a sunshine of hopeless.
    ©shivranjanibhati