Jyoti SinghBitter RemembrancesI remember the way, You used to hold my hands, Entwine your fingers with mine, Make promises to meet at the world’s end.Sep 21, 2017Sep 21, 2017
Jyoti SinghBreaking FreeA clustered soul, Also a congested one; A lot of chaos and combustion, The body could not take it anymore.Aug 26, 2017Aug 26, 2017
Jyoti SinghGetting upSo, tell me, Do you think it’s easy; To put up a smile, While you’re actually crying? I’ll say, it is: To people who’ve been broken, Over…Jul 28, 2017Jul 28, 2017
Jyoti SinghBack to PavilionA day without your smile, A night without your talks, And a week without your voice. It seems like centuries have passed, Yet, it’s only…Jul 24, 2017Jul 24, 2017
Jyoti SinghAloof BantersI am going to end my social life. Why? Because I think I had been better, When I used to keep quiet. I kept swirling in my own thoughts and…Jul 14, 2017Jul 14, 2017
Jyoti SinghThe Night WalkBlinking stars, soft melodies, swaying grass, feathery breeze, a slow walk and a satisfying smile. On the top of that, when you see the…May 7, 2017May 7, 2017
Jyoti SinghBygone Leaves (Post 2)Sometimes, memories are so cruel and too formidable to share with anyone. They beat you, hurt you, show you the gravest hell. You shed your…May 6, 2017May 6, 2017
Jyoti SinghBygone LeavesThe fragrance of old pages, sometimes lead you nowhere. Suddenly, you are compelled to get lost in the limitless ocean of your memories…May 3, 2017May 3, 2017
Jyoti SinghGrizzly, The GuitarThis poem was written during last year’s August when I was going through my chicken pox phase. I had been spending painful spotty days at…May 1, 2017May 1, 2017
