By Khushi Arora
There are days
I feel hollow
And there are days
I overflow.
Sometimes I scream inside my head
and on some days, I cry
out loud.
There are days I laugh so much
and there are days of returning anguish.
There are days they tell me to stay busy
and then there are days I am drunk in nostalgia.
By Khushi Arora
By Ankita जिनको खुश रखने क लिए मर रहे है वो एक पल नहीं लगाएंगे भूलने में यादें और नाम भी घुल जायेंगे वक़्त के साथ और हम भटकते रहेंगे अपनी ही तलाश में, फिर मांगना एक और मौका ज़िंदगी का और फिर से भूल जाना
By Gagan Dhingra Thought / Brief of Poem. This poem is for a sister from brother side, whose sister is living in abroad and she comes to meet her brother once in 2-3 years and most of time brother and