She was a lovely soul With numerous goals; She gazed at everyone with a winsome smile, Dreaming about travelling countless miles. One day, she met a...Read more
Diya

Hi, I’m Diya. I write little pieces of my soul and call them poems.Just a girl with a pen, a window, and endless words.
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I think I’ve grown obsessed with you I didn’t even notice it at first, not until the day I felt your absence settle heavily inside me. Your voice ma...Read more
I was under a cloud, But nobody knew. Too much pressure on me, Which I could not withstand. I was sleepless at nights, Working hard to earn my place,...Read more
She feels an emptiness in her heart, Will she find her broken parts? Got abandoned by her beloved one, She believes that she is left with none. She c...Read more
Some old folks makes us dolt, The myths they tell make me jolt. “Hair turns white by applying honey,” “If your palm itches, you will get money.” “Sug...Read more
Darkness drapes the night sky, Surrounded by merry flower bushes, A sweet whistle of the nightingale, A distant melody softly playing. The cool breez...Read more
Corruption is a sin, That won’t let our country win. Bribery and dishonesty spread wide, We forgot to hold our nation’s pride. Corruption is a crimin...Read more
She bolts the door and settles in her room, Trying to vanish all her gloom. Her family rebukes her for staying all alone, While she only enjoys her pe...Read more
Books are her soul, Through which her imagination strolls. After receiving all that hate, She chose books as her mate. She can't live without books,...Read more
She stopped speaking much, For every word she spoke was twisted wrong. Every little banter she made Was taken as something solemn. Now she’s afraid t...Read more
She has orders to follow, From the moment she was born Till she lays lifeless under the soil, She has orders to follow. Family, friends, society, eve...Read more
Why Am I This Weak? Why am I this weak? Why does my heart ache even for the weeny? Why do I feel a pang in my chest for the smallest hurt? Every word...Read more
She wears a mask, a shadowed guise, She says that she is evil, heartwise. She whispers that she loves blood and gore, She pretends not to fear the dar...Read more
She strolls on her terrace at midnight, Just to relish the cool breeze and the moonlight. She sips her coffee and tastes the bitter, While hoping h...Read more