Ground
/ɡraʊnd/ verb: 1. prohibit or prevent from flying. They ask me to “keep my feet on the ground” Be shy about being appreciated Lest I’ll be too confident I’ll be
Short Poems archives collection of quick reads. It is a sub-category to a broader category ‘Poetry’. It contains poems, perfect for a busy reader or those who like it crisp.
What is Short Poems about?
It houses poetry about woman who like to be bold; dreams full of fantasies; fictional world. It also includes ever celebrated topic – love. The category is an amalgamation of fictional and expressive poetry.
How to enjoy them?
Enjoy them anywhere, anytime. Share with a friend or read them during your me-time. These poems are sure to keep you engaged.
What inspires them?
Experiences and Romantics are inspirations behind these poems.
Caution: The writer is one with the reader on experiences. Some of these poems might be too relatable!
/ɡraʊnd/ verb: 1. prohibit or prevent from flying. They ask me to “keep my feet on the ground” Be shy about being appreciated Lest I’ll be too confident I’ll be
बारिश की बूंदें जैसे चाहत एक नई आंसुओं से आँखें भरी भरी खिड़की पर मैं खड़ी राह को ताक रही बारिश सी ये आस बड़ी ठंडक भी दे और बाढ़
I have been up all night Listening to squabbles of those mistreated Misheard and misunderstood. I scrolled down the feeds Reading of battles won By the independent and the strong.
I’d rather trace my fingers Through the map You drew on me last time Than wait for you To miss them again. I’d rather mark My own territories Than wait
Marveling at the sight, I stood there, by the side Of the river that Never stopped to flow. Its water pristine, A little sweetness in brine Shone under the sun
Sillage Sunny afternoons and sweaty palms, Playing in the rugged grounds with rubble. Travelling through the city lights In air-conditioned metros. Sitting in the college cafeteria with friends, Discussing assignments
Unapologetically Bold for a Girl I don’t know what is it About breaking the rules And questing the foundation Of every conventional notion That evokes satisfaction when finally, I rebuke
Life is sometimes a pandora’s box. The more you fixate on it, the more complicated it keeps getting. Soon, you are knotted in your head with only coherent thoughts being problems. And when there are none, you create some by overthinking it.
I entered the gate And everyone turned around They had wings made of light But I had shadows abound. Dusk and Dawn sat hand in hand Finally together they drank.
Only if Time could stop healing Every wound, every pain I will stop falling in love Over and over again And letting every inch of my peace shatter on floor