है दफन मुझमें कितनी रौनकें मत पूछ हर बार उजड़ के भी बसता रहा वो शहर हूं मैं ©Cz fhana

Cz fhana

Random Leaves Need to be raked Drinking coffee Sitting here Writing words Light a smoke Rub my head Listen to music Waiting for mail Writing some more Listen some more Smoke my smoke Hear the news Nothing is news Deja Vu Written almost 30 years ago ©Schizology

Schizology

White Repeat Memories replay Over and over again Constantly repeat ©Schizology

Schizology

Unsplash उम्र गुजर जाती हैं, समय के साथ ही। यादें धुंधली हो जाती हैं, समय के साथ ही। किताबें भी पुरानी, मटमैली हो गयीं। समय के साथ ही, किन्तु उन्हें सम्भालकर रखने के जब प्रयास किए गये तो वो जीवित रहीं कई पीढ़ियों तक। ©Rinku Mogare

Rinku Mogare

The very first poem wrote I wrote about music Going back thirty years or more Music Life is a song To hum in your head When the beats get loud You have to jump out of bed When the music gets soft You remember what was said Life is a song To rhyme in your mind When the music is on Doesn't matter if you're blind When the music is off There's still another one to find ©Schizology

Schizology

I've been I've been missing you Like a flower without any scent I've been thinking of you Something I never want to forget I've been dreaming of you Beautiful visions of you as I I've been wondering about you Fantasizing as I zone out so deep I've been remembering you Flashbacks of our happiest times I'm recalling things about you The result is me writing these lines I have been searching for you Years have passed and no sign I have been waiting for you You are why I wrote this rhyme ©Schizology

Schizology

है दफन मुझमें कितनी रौनकें मत पूछ हर बार उजड़ के भी बसता रहा वो शहर हूं मैं ©Cz fhana

Cz fhana

Random Leaves Need to be raked Drinking coffee Sitting here Writing words Light a smoke Rub my head Listen to music Waiting for mail Writing some more Listen some more Smoke my smoke Hear the news Nothing is news Deja Vu Written almost 30 years ago ©Schizology

Schizology

White Repeat Memories replay Over and over again Constantly repeat ©Schizology

Schizology

Unsplash उम्र गुजर जाती हैं, समय के साथ ही। यादें धुंधली हो जाती हैं, समय के साथ ही। किताबें भी पुरानी, मटमैली हो गयीं। समय के साथ ही, किन्तु उन्हें सम्भालकर रखने के जब प्रयास किए गये तो वो जीवित रहीं कई पीढ़ियों तक। ©Rinku Mogare

Rinku Mogare

The very first poem wrote I wrote about music Going back thirty years or more Music Life is a song To hum in your head When the beats get loud You have to jump out of bed When the music gets soft You remember what was said Life is a song To rhyme in your mind When the music is on Doesn't matter if you're blind When the music is off There's still another one to find ©Schizology

Schizology

I've been I've been missing you Like a flower without any scent I've been thinking of you Something I never want to forget I've been dreaming of you Beautiful visions of you as I I've been wondering about you Fantasizing as I zone out so deep I've been remembering you Flashbacks of our happiest times I'm recalling things about you The result is me writing these lines I have been searching for you Years have passed and no sign I have been waiting for you You are why I wrote this rhyme ©Schizology

Schizology