Rush of the City
I’ve always wanted to go to the next stage of my lifeDream, hustle, check, and move ; dream, hustle, check, and moveThis eagerness to grow up, to learn, to experimentI don’t even know what and to whom was I trying to prove!Following my dreams, wherever they took meI wandered new lands, new souls, new rolesChange…
Eunoia
A zemblanity turned her life topsy-turvy Extrovert to ambivert, ambivert to introvert Was just a matter of days Her golden wings, ruthlessly they were chipped Her gilded dreams, in the bud they were nipped The inaudible screams remained unvoiced Haunting her, making her a tight-lipped voice She stravaged through The overcrowded lonely boulevards Retreating from…
The Girl Under The Steeple
I was walking a confident walk Fully aware of the gawkers on the sidewalk I crossed ways with numerous people But I only remember the girl under the steeple Her hair was rough and dull and brown Common black eyes with a few eyelashes around Her dress was a cheap and shabby one But yet…
Rosebud
I’ve written the following poem to represent the stages of life. In my opinion, these stages aren’t related to ages, but infact reflect the maturity and experiences that a person has. Please take your time to read this slowly and extract as much meaning as you can. Today I am bornAt the tip of a…
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Kashvi Gandhi 