Poetry

"...think a porch swing on a crisp October afternoon..."

"...you told your neighbour..."

"...it had given added life to this quiet place..."

"When I was a child I loved to watch men shave..."

"...she ran here, there, everywhere, around the house, the yard..."

"...Each sunrise-to-sunset, I test myself..."

"...Be kind to those around you..."

"...I float with Thee atop the water..."

"...He still made it look so darned easy..."

"I dream in ones and zeros, in an ease of dormancy..."

"...the stars I see in the sky are the escaped bullets..."

"...He says he is her lighthouse...."

"...new smiles emerge from these untouched forms..."

"...Who would direct this grand motion picture?..."

"...closed the door to the world, and left it to perish..."

"...not for ponderers nor slackers..."

"...I will meet you there, as I did promise..."

"... In the last days you may be found sleeping in the laundry mornings..."

"...as though witnessing some strange archaic ritual..."

"...no more self-humiliation meanings..."

"...No end or shore to her oceans..."

"...They call it PASSION..."

"...blinds filter sun light descending on the jacaranda tree..."

"...there have been a few I’ve loathed..."

"I'm Harshit Sahu and I belong to Indore, India. I'm a young undergraduate and a budding author as well as poetry enthusiast. I consider writing as my hobby and indulge in it whenever I can. I hope you would like my work."

"...she sees the provisions of my empty abode ..."

"...A gate ahead that overlooks much..."

"...Got some gall I think..."

"...manes waving in the wind like laundry or random angels..."

"...The auditorium of my mind has three sections..."