She laughed when I said that I'm writing poems
She told me that I never got that talent
And she said "Don't waste your time"
She just wants me to study
Can studying solve every thing.....?
She never wanted to look at my poems...

Another year goes by...
With some tears,
Some regrets,
And some memories which I hold on tight...

If one is to understand poetry, then he must remember this one thing; Poetry is not to be understood.

Get me out of this timeline
The trap I’m in
The back and forth and restlessness
I hate it here and I hate who it makes me into

we kiss yesterday goodbye
but love’s what i’ll remember
even now you’re gone

think of me tomorrow
as you travel on

- p. winter

it's so cold
i wish we lived next to each other to warm one another up
like penguins do
huddle and cuddle
i miss you

There are mountains on my back,
and it hurts like hell to carry them.
I was supposed to only climb...
but I never really was one for climbing.

Despite the pain of yesterday,
I plaster a fake smile;
And though I'm good at hiding it,
My sanity remains on trial.