top of page
Search

At The End of The World…..

By S.Lokesh


Maybe the world shatters,

but not our love. 

Maybe the sun will not shine,

but not our love.

Maybe the time cannot flow,

but not our love.

Maybe the hearts do not beat,

but not our love.

Maybe the songs be unsung, 

but not our love.


By S.Lokesh


Recent Posts

See All
In English We Say I Love You But In Poetry We Say,

By Roshan Tara When I open my eyes in the morning, you are the first face my soul searches for. At night, I want to fall asleep wrapped in your cologne, drawing your scent into my dreams until it beco

 
 
 
Fragments of a Haunted Heart

By Roshan Tara The moonlight spills over his silhouette, a hush falls across the room, and dread sinks into my stomach like a stone vanishing in the lake’s black water. His footsteps — staccato, delib

 
 
 
Between The Stops

By Roshan Tara I never knew what love was, until the morning the metro doors slid open, and there he stood sunlight spilling over his hair, fingers curling around the strap of his bag. A navy blazer,

 
 
 

Comments

Rated 0 out of 5 stars.
No ratings yet
Add a rating
bottom of page