I have always believed that poetry is the language of the heart. The words have never failed me before, but now, often I end up grasping at the threads of imagination. Holding on to the last of syllables. These letters are trying to slip away from my clasp. Is my heart slowly, painlessly, forgetting how to talk?
It was my desire to revive my dormant poetry blog this year, but with so many projects that I am currently working on, the task is quite challenging. So here I am, writing short poems and rewriting some old ones, to get back on my Poetry Wagon. I sincerely hope that you will like them. 🙂
Where are the Angels?
The Apartment
Burn
Chandelier
Dreams
I used to write poetry
Evade
Memories
Rag picker
Seasons
In case you are wondering – my parents call me Sunjhini 🙂
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Thanks for reading.
These verses are so beautiful! Loved each one. So many things said in such few words!
Evocative images that are sad but true!