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Pakhi Singhal Jan 2021
what does an artist do of pain
she dwells in his pain
she lives her pain of love
she lets the pain eat her
and when she is completely engulfed by the pain
she dips her brush in the paint of pain
and paints the most expressive piece
but the mortals call it art
Pakhi Singhal Jan 2021
you are all the colors i ever wished for
but they wiped away sooner than i hoped for

you were the star that i looked for
but your light exhausted faster than i  thought for

you were the rainbow that i gazed for
but i found the end earlier than i saw for

you were all the beautiful things i desired for
except the forever that we promised for
Pakhi Singhal Jan 2021
ash
My love rose from the ashes
like the phoenix
it has always been

Leaving my past  behind
to a lovely present
and a wonderful future
Pakhi Singhal Jan 2021
i have got something to confess
swear i will speak the truth
i am not as strong
as i pretend to be
actually i am pretty weak
and have been bottling up so long
i cant hold it anymore
the world around me feels me
but i don't feel myself anymore
it feels i am trying to fit in my own world
i miss those memories
for it i want to live again
not to change
but to feel myself alive again...
Pakhi Singhal Jan 2021
end
ends come so soon
that u are not prepared for it

sometimes ends are so abrupt
that u have not planned for it

sometimes end are so disappointing
that ur heart cannot embrace for it

sometimes end is not the end
but a new beginning for it

— The End —