LA POESIE DE LA VIE

  I like it black and cold, quiet as a thought I never told, Maybe that’s how I like it the most, just like an arabica roast. Sharp on the tongue, soft in the soul, a kind of silence that makes me whole, no need for sweetness, no need to pretend, it stays honest from start to end. In every sip, a story untold, of nights that linger, of hearts that hold, a little bitter, a little free exactly how it feels to be me.

Will you dance with me? I asked her. She was silent. Not even a whisper slipped from her lips. It made me step back, hesitatingly...slowly, slowly. Then, she began to move, mirroring my every step. Back and forth, matching the rhythm of the soft music. It felt like we were dancing on stars, melting into the moment, step by step, until the end. But then I realized...  she was only a shadow, a figment of my imagination. And there I stood, alone, with tears trailing down my cheeks. In that moment, It struck me life is a path where we often can't tell what’s real and what’s a reflection. Still, we fight to prove we’re right, to show we feel: Sadness, suffocation,  And burning with anger...  - By Prerna Diwan  

We are different, one of us points towards thinking about what people might say, whereas I think about when this life will fade away, or what's the point of living, if the reward is death ! Maybe life is nil, A play that plays again and again. we are lied to that new day brings new sunshine. however, the past comes crawling back to you, till the present to the future. You care about your life, your problems, your feelings, forgetting the meaning of life, that's what I am curious about, I am tired of the knots of judgements, knots of making people feel bad and give them no reason to live for, just prove yourself that you deserve to love. My friend, we aren't the same at all. you think a person with money is the Winner of Life, But is it true? A winner is a person who goes beyond the system, like in the game, But this game is not about money, Its about love, living, Being grateful, working on yourself, Not to achieve anything, but making people believe that they deserve to li...

Remember the time,  when it was insane.  Cuddling the wind,  walking on the stars.  I didn't mean to be sinned. Lost in the dance of unspoken scars.  Remember the time,  when it was insane.  Where I say,  that wasnt the game,  Maybe it's not the time to play,  Maybe I shouldn't dance, while the blood is bleeding out,  That's begging me to stop, but all I want is a nice dance..  Remember the time,  when it was insane Now, the floor is stained, and the music slowly fades, The stars don’t shine the way they did, The wind is cold against my skin. I wish this could be my last win.  - by Prerna Diwan

Death is all Shiny, only when the sky turns black, when darkness turns darker, everything turns out to be tiny, except for the wish to die,  sometimes, water runs down,  when my life flashes through my eyes, turns out this makes it harder,  to live with the people,  who was still alive in love.