Well, Im,a 13 year old girl who is utterly insane!!!
Full of mischief and life... a lil silly n stupid and wise n intelligent, silent and hyper, troublesome and helpful, determined and fickle, impossible n complex and easy n simple... I’ve got a wandering heart and a mind that’s never at rest; it’s up to something or the other.
Might be it's all this that made me turn to poetry at the very age of 8! I write when emotions intensify...
Plz do throw ur comments ppl, wanna get better with the course of time!
Full of mischief and life... a lil silly n stupid and wise n intelligent, silent and hyper, troublesome and helpful, determined and fickle, impossible n complex and easy n simple... I’ve got a wandering heart and a mind that’s never at rest; it’s up to something or the other.
Might be it's all this that made me turn to poetry at the very age of 8! I write when emotions intensify...
Plz do throw ur comments ppl, wanna get better with the course of time!
- Last seen on Nov 10 10:31 AM. Member since March 10, 2006.
- My mood is , and quote is "Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.".
- I am a 13 year old girl (India)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Student.
- I have 1 poem
My Poetry
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A meek voice is drowning / Amidst a deafening silence / Slowly and silently / Withering away secretly... / / A new sun ascend / The night sky during the / Last hours of darkness, / Tearing apart the shadow
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- Caramel Chimeras at sharepoetry
When a delirious mind ambles / Through a plethora of reveries, / In a rummage for the atrium / Where evanesce quandaries; / A mirage of winsome chimeras / Is poured onto the brown veil, / Like a ballerina incited by the / Syrah in some - The cadenza of life at sharepoetry
The grandiose abstract opus of / An ethereal euphony of candor, / That no flowing sheet of canvas / Nor muslin enrobed in splendor, / Would ever thrive in embedding. / No gust of the unruffled maiden / Nor blaze of the golden sphere, / Could - Symphony of love at sharepoetry
A spoonful of moonlight / A slice of fluttering silence, / Words imprisoned and all so / Drenched in a lingering essence - / The forbidden essence of love. / / Some words are mingling, / With the song of my heart, / Some fading, shying aw
