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Simranjeet Kaur Poem
I am a hodaphile of these ways and
this is the journey of my life ,
moving on a straight road of time,
to reach somewhere far apart,
away from this world so far,
in the world of my dreams,
to reach my destination,
with nothing to speak ,
with nothing to listen,
just moving on to reach my destination,
singing the aubade of my life,
suffering from hiraeth but
still moving on in a sonder mood,
still long miles to cover,
there is no time to peregrinate,
remind me the winds that are passing by,
these trees ,pebbles and stones
can only understand my novaturient ,
make me realise toi-et-moi are all wayfarers of this journey,
wit these roads the only companion who can feel my resfeber,
I am a hodaphile of these ways and
this is the journey of my life
moving on straight road of time,
to reach somewhere far apart,
away from this world so far,
in the world of my dreams ,
to reach my destination,
with nothing to speak,
with nothing to listen,
just moving on to reach my destination ,
where I can find the ultimate peace of my mind.
Copyright © Simranjeet Kaur | Year Posted 2017
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Simranjeet Kaur Poem
This world is so large,
everything here is like a mirage.
Here everyone is so aggressive,
but still this world is so impressive.
Everyone here from far gleam,
but actually they are so mean.
Here nobody cares about nature,
and destroying all the loving creatures.
Cutting the trees to make furniture,
and putting in danger their future.
Copyright © Simranjeet Kaur | Year Posted 2017
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Simranjeet Kaur Poem
One night I was awakened by a loud cry,
which I think came from my own inside.
When I opened my eyes,
I found myself in a deserted land,
wandering alone around,
in search of what which I could never find.
I looked at my hand to find your hand ,
but I found nothing ,
other than the ashes of the sand.
I looked around to find something,
but I found nothing,
other then the weeping land ,
unable to shed tears so sad.
I tried to hear something ,
but I heard nothing,
other than screaming wind,
and turning into ghostly dusty devil behind.
And when I moved forward
and looked backward,
I found the land behind
me turning red,
with bloody footsteps of mine,
injured by the thrones of your
memories from inside.
I tried to shout aloud , cry aloud
from within my soul,
to ask Why? you made me play this role,
but nobody could ever hear my sound,
even if I cry aloud,
because this sense of loss
has silenced me forever ,
from which I could recover,
never ever in my life,
and the only thing left with me,
is the silent cry,
nothing else only a silent cry
which you could never hear
even if you try.
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Simranjeet Kaur Poem
Sometimes I think that I can be yours
but everytime you make me realise that
I can be yours but you can't be mine.
With every passing second I remember you
but you make me to not to remember you.
I always want to remain near you
but you never come close to me.
Everytime I think of you
but you make me realise that
all my thoughts for you are useless.
Whenever I see you I come to know that
I love you from the core of my heart
from the depth of my soul but
everytime you make me realise that
I can be yours but you can't be mine.
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Simranjeet Kaur Poem
I am never gonna get too close to you,
I am never gonna get too near to you,
cause you gonna leave me alone,
to feel the darkness of your love,
when I will need you the most.
I am not gonna cry anymore,
I am not gonna get hurt anymore,
cause I am not gonna trust you anymore,
cause you gonna break my heart again,
and leave me alone to cry
in the corner of the room again.
So I don't care about you anymore,
and I am not gonna see your face again,
I am not gonna spare you anymore,
cause I am not gonna love you anymore.
Copyright © Simranjeet Kaur | Year Posted 2017
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