I saw an angel, Flying with hymns. Suicide is never the sign.
3 Comments"let's submerge into imagination."
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I’m Diksha Prashar, writer, author, and content writer. Who loves to write and share her thoughts? When I’m not riding the clouds of imagination, I write for people like the content writer providing her knowledge about anything it’s required for. It can range from finance to education or reviewing the novels for professional writers. My work has been published in four anthologies so far. I have won one weekly contest organized Delhipoetryslam and one haiku contest on Wattpad. My goal is to touch the hearts of readers through my poetry and short stories and to provide knowledge of various topics to people who like to acquire them. My dream is to publish my poetry and novel one day.
I saw an angel, Flying with hymns. Suicide is never the sign.
3 CommentsWhy can’t they go away? Still lingering around me Thoughts of you Renting the space I wanna vacate But, they are too stubborn to sway.…
Leave a CommentShadow of your touch, still lingers on my skin. Crassing softly warmth gathered slowly luring me to fantasy.
2 Comments“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”― Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
1 Comment“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.”― Dr. Seuss
2 Comments“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Leave a CommentMaybe it’s true I’m weird after view. Prefers solace Crowds give me haemorrhage. Too simple to remember. Too easy to gamble. Trust became issue Friendship…
2 Comments“Every failure is a lesson. Every success is a message. To hold but, never ruin blesings of loved one’s around you.“
Leave a CommentBar was so high, I forgot. I can only try.
4 CommentsWe all are Sinners One way or another, Then, why? Point finger Chanting Foul grace, I’m my own being Crumbling Learning From the mistakes pronounced,…
Leave a CommentOnce in a while We all Choke, With emotions we Can’t hold (Within) Anymore Testing your ability To control Savage beast Fighting Encore, To gain…
Leave a CommentIf; I could I ask god a question? I would definitely seek, Why does my skin matter? And, not myself belief. My soul on least…
Leave a CommentBlink of an eye And Eons went by, Since you opened Your heart, Letting someone in Sharing your beliefs And secrets never Spoken for, Refrained…
Leave a CommentHis thoughts Swept me away (again) In land of Scintillating (awake) Surrounded by Sugary pheromone So familiar Yet, a foreign slate Harder to let go…
2 CommentsHave you ever thought? It would have been her Darkest hour; Innocence being Ripped By the grabby hands, A molester Taking her dignity Without consent,…
Leave a CommentRealties are harsh, Fantasies are smart. Making you do biding of Naughty heart.
3 Comments“Life is not about success, it’s about how many failures catered to that success.” -Diksha Prashar
Leave a CommentWould you grant me a Wish? If I ask for a Minute To breathe Freely, When everything is dying? (around me) Will you hold me…
Leave a CommentLet me see you Somewhere Along the blurred edges For a Moment Let’s unite our souls Beating As one For a while Before reality sweeps…
Leave a CommentHis words Allured Me more than His personality, Ah! Actualities Rendering you Vulnerable, To virtualities Far from realities, The charm Never soothe The pain Just…
Leave a CommentDon’t hideLet me read along the linesConnecting mineHeart tiesLike vineFeeding fromYour sizzling warmthSurrounded byYour touch.
Leave a CommentI wrote about Heartache Not following your Past mistakes, But, what about The girls or boys Getting raped, Losing innocence As such young age, Not…
Leave a CommentInspid scribbles glory cripple directionless war spree in midst of crumbling world searching ‘shelter’.
4 CommentsWords cut you Deeper than swords, Lither the scars You can’t forget, A vinyl record Hum deeper to core, Continuous battle you Can’t phantom, Tug…
6 CommentsEvery step turned failure, every effort became saviour. Moulding me braver; a warrior to face what else the journey holds? At least I know, The…
Leave a CommentI smell The salty breeze calm before it reveals. The true intentions of coming this close submerging the evil behold.
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