LA POESIE DE LA VIE

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. 

  ONCE UPON A TIME, I LIVED BENEATH A TREE OF LIME. EVERY NIGHT, WHEN I LOOKED OUTSIDE, A STRANGE AND EERIE LIGHT WOULD SHINE. ONCE UPON A TIME, I LIVED BENEATH A TREE OF LIME. THERE STOOD A HOUSE, FULL OF LOVE AND PSYCH, BUT AT NIGHT, I'D HEAR A PIERCING SCREAM, A VOICE SO WILD, IT HAUNTED MY DREAMS. ONCE UPON A TIME, I LIVED BENEATH A TREE OF LIME. THE PLACE FELT ANCIENT, LIKE A GREEK SHRINE, YET EVERY NIGHT TURNED TO HORROR'S STAGE, A CHILLING STORY IN EVERY NEW PAGE. MAYBE THAT'S WHY, I FOUND THE COURAGE TO FIGHT AWAY. - PRERNA DIWAN

It was the time when  Nature itself was catching fire. I wonder—was this earth a lie?   Even nature longed to burn to ashes,   While trees crumbled in their clashes.     It was the time when   Nature itself was catching fire.   Everyone packed to leave the city behind,   Yet a few stayed, clinging to its essence,   Dreaming of a world they could somehow design.     It was the time when   Nature itself was catching fire.   People and animals lost their homes,   Their dreams were set on fire,    It was like they were punished for living,    Some were burned with it, others ran away                                                                             ...

  Now the snakes are out of hell, Falling for the quote, Theres a dead smell, Bleeding wounds, like open scars. Each drop of blood carves its own path, Now the snakes are out of hell, It's hard to tell what's in The Well, You can hear the scream of death, In the end, Maybe it's all in my head. By Prerna Diwan