LA POESIE DE LA VIE

                                                     I know the wounds aren't fresh,                              but fresh enough to bleed them again,                              it's hard to focus on myself,                                       when I lost my best buddy to a haven                                 falling in delusion to regain,                                    I still cry for me to be glad,           ...

 I’ve waited long,  much more than you could say, For death to come and kiss me away. To strangle me tight, And carry me far from the light. I’ve waited long ,  much more than you could say, But death omits me, day by day. His cold embrace, his chilling breath, Brings hope even in the face of death.

  I am sitting in the dark room, Just so I can be invisible, The silent echoes of unbelievable gloom,  I wish I could escape, But the pain is invincible, A relentless storm I cannot outrun, So I let it consume me, Even when I choose to be alone. I am sitting in the dark room, Haunted by thoughts of PEOPLE, People who teeter on the edge of doom, Their lives are tangled in webs of trouble, I see their silent cries, Feel their unspoken fears, And I wish I could save them, But how can I? When I, too, am drowning in the same darkness.  I am sitting in the darkroom Just so I can feel free, Forget about the walls closing in,  Maybe that's a good relief; At least It stops me from jumping off the cliff.

  Poetry sounds so magical, More magical than love itself, It's crazy how it keeps me alive, Even when the monster has arrive, Even when life sounds tragical. I love how  beautifully it's intended to be, how divinely it is meant to be. - PRERNA DIWAN

 I wrote a million desperate letters,   screaming my love for you, and how badly I am lost in... there's no explanation for my insanity, but you don't even have a clue. that I am, in love tragady. waiting for you, to magically come to me, and tell me you feel it too... tell me that you miss me too... tell me that I wasn't the first, that I am not alone covered in cigarette dust. - Prerna Diwan

Here I am,  Back where I left it off,  Sitting under the tree.  Erasing my tears,  Wishing it to be free.  Thinking, where I went wrong.  Am I really that strong?  Watching these trees move,  I am begging for the peace to prove.  Do I really exist?  In this world of lies,  Have I fake kissed?  Where all these were just some trys.  In the end they were all proved fake,  Or maybe I just realized it's a little late.     By Prerna Diwan.