Poetry I Write My Way || श्रृंखला

Looking in vain for memories to rain: A Turi Poem At the deepest of shore, There are some chores Looking in vain, Waiting for memories to rain. Another wave passed by He breathed a deep sigh, Some moments from past  That will long last. Sometimes, unwanted pain Of rightful memories, that claim Years passed but sorrows stay Think and get sad, or a cheerful play. Confident future or past is shame, Time will fly, you act or lay Time of choice, other can't take This is the risk, you have to make Stop lamenting, see a new day, Learn from the past and achieve the aim. Poem by - Saket Singh (Also in anthology Pinwheel )

The valentine Poetry The name after saint valentine The day after thirteen, In next day, when sun shines  The day is February fourteen. This is special day, for all the teens  For, they choose their King or queens This the day, for the love only a sign is enough. This is the day, not for all  This signs for true lovers, Now love is game and only to call  Maximum are liars and deceivers.  But still love is left  Go into it and feel its depth, Start clapping, using one hand, It will sound like big bang. Example of love is in history True love comes with mystery Love needs no medium It happens in freedom. Love is great in this world Nothing can make it fold , This feeling is not for sale Those who try, suffers the hell.                                    - Saket Singh

Love in the heart 💓 These eyes are looking for that face Which has innocence Who knows this watch Which is the worship of this heart. An outline Which is my shadow That's a wonderful eye Which is like a hallucination I drown in the sea Which is endlessly pleasing Whenever I look into that depth I forget myself. In front of this light Everything fades Am I enough fortunate? Thinking this, I become silent. Waiting for her arrival, Will stay on the shore Now even in her denial I will be yes. I was standing That end of life Rowing through The other side A lonely sailor Sailing the boat Is trapped by the sea In the midst of the world. May not even she think of me And this river may also dry up, But in this sea of ​​mine The waves will continue to rise.