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Pavas Chauhan Poem
It was the beautiful Anne
who bore the secret to his smile,
Maybe the wrinkle of her eye when she smiled,
The beautiful Anne was a blessing in disguise,
She was the heartbeat of his life,
To him she was the painter of life in disguise,
The floor she walked was kissed by him,
He was the happiest man when Anne touched his skin,
Anne was as pretty as thousand roses,
To him Anne was the answer to what future poses ,
The day he married Anne
was the amalgamation of all the wishes and good deeds made by him ,
Just when he thought he coudnt be happier
Annie proved otherwise
She gave him the most beautiful surprise
as she whispered she bore their child
He picked her up and carried her never wanting her to leave his sight ,
Annes beauty was never unknown
In the deaths ear echoed her name,
It was the excruciating birth the amazing Anne coudnt sustain,
Leaving him with a daughter he didn't even want to name
The daughter who was her mothers reflection
Never got the love
her father possessed for the same eyes
No matter how much the daughter ever try
she coudnt make him love Annes face ever again
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Pavas Chauhan Poem
How do I keep my soul with me
when it belongs to you
How do I keep it from not touching your soul
How do I ever keep away from you
When every being of me wants to be with you
I love you without knowing how , why , when and where
however I just know I do
How do I not let myself completely drown in you
why do you need to be the sunlight
How do you keep a dead part of me alive
why do you rob me of my pain and suffering
Don't give me your love
Let me live without it
or else how would I possibly keep myself without you
I adorn everything about you
I would pluck all the thorny roses with my bare hands for you
How do I keep myself from completely giving myself to you
You words are the onset of a new summer to me
How can I keep myself from not falling deeper for you ?
Copyright © Pavas Chauhan | Year Posted 2024
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Pavas Chauhan Poem
I bleed my pens ink
I stab my paper
until I wound it with my pens
I break my diary's back
I torture my art
my writing kills me with all emotions
I let my grief , despair and regrets all at once
while a giant rock moves inside my throat
my breath buried 6 feet under
my eyes stabbed with hopelessness and deject
I bleed tears
I torture myself
only for you to be deprived of the pain
If only we you loved me enough
You would see how I torture myself
I would sell myself
if only you knew how your hands are stained with our blood
the red of love and suffering
the blue of despair
the blue of my pens ink
the secret I have to carry the one you are free from
I created a world for you from blood sweat tears words and ink
only for you to never truly know of it let alone live in it
how is it fair you get to live freely
while I suffer in the world I created for you
Copyright © Pavas Chauhan | Year Posted 2024
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