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Poetry Month 2017
30 days. 30 poems.
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#Day29 — Bitches
They loved each other, more than their will to smother. Her partner in crime for life, she was her first wife.
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 29, 2017
#Day28 — Do
Fear is a wicked bitch, that scares you to make a glitch. Anxiety, even a bigger asshole, stopping you from pushing your threshold. Timing…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 28, 2017
#Day27 — World
We are all silly birds of the zoo, for us, liberty is a mean joke turned true. Forget government’s restriction, we are enough slaves of our…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 28, 2017
#Day26 — Listen
They didn’t speak much, theirs was more of a comfortable silence as such. It was their claim to glisten, while their only aim was to…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 26, 2017
#Day25 — Home
A long week had finally come to an end, she was happy about her flawless transcend. A wave of relief hit her brain, giving her a break from…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 25, 2017
#Day24 — Hi
It had been an hour, since her patient wait. The book was a good company, adding to the pleasure of the nearby symphony. She glanced the…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 24, 2017
#Day23 — Why
Why are you living? Why are you running? Why are you afraid? Why are you not doing it? Why are you disappointed? Why aren’t you changing…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 23, 2017
#Day22 — Breathe
Is it worth, whatever it is that we are doing since birth, or it is going to waste, leaving us with nothing but a bitter taste.
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 22, 2017
#Day21 — Adulting
It’s the biggest scam of humanity, pushing us towards the road of insanity, a cruel stage of life, which you can’t just survive. Adulting…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 22, 2017
#Day20 — Being
Being lost Being found Being alive Being loved Being heartbroken Being heartless Being wrong Being the one Being the hope Being the dream…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 20, 2017
#Day19 — Writing
She feeds her stomach by writing, her soul by scribbling. Her fingers now type faster than her mind can think, giving little time for her…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 19, 2017
#Day18 — Permanence
#Day18 — Permanence
Getting inked, knowing that the words will never be extinct. Their sheer existence, making you reminiscence, taking you back in time…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 19, 2017
Day17 — The little things
Listening to their endless rant, comfortably roaming around without any pants, watering their beloved plants when they can’t, being their…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 17, 2017
#Day16 — Happy place
I sat there, waiting, not for someone, but for something. The mic was set, the lights and stage perfectly met. A little smile came upon my…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 16, 2017
#Day15 — Routine
There has got to be a way, to get out of the mundane day. It’s a far fetched thought, but highly sought. A sunrise everyday isn’t the…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 15, 2017
#Day14 —Comfortable Silence
It doesn’t matter if we can speak all day, but it matters when we comfortably can’t. For silence speaks louder than words, and comfortable…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 14, 2017
#Day13 — Change
Change is the only constant of your life, cutting every slice of the time with its non-existent knife. It can either break your pattern, or…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 13, 2017
#Day12 — P-awwed
There were three little kittens. It reminded me of my childhood, my siblings and me. Actually, this notion is planted in my head, by my…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 12, 2017
#Day11 — Flowing
In this world wide web, where we are our own little world’s celebs, there are way too many of our opinions, speaking sophisticated…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 11, 2017
#Day10 — Habit
They had been living together for 26 years. It’s long enough to remember how their farts smell, and know tricks to make each other’s life…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 10, 2017
#Day9 — Sexy
Sexy, when meant genuinely, is really really sexy. Sexy, it’s not what you wear, how you wear, it’s how you are, it’s how all of us are…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 9, 2017
#Day8 — Luxury
The luxury to live The luxury to breathe The luxury to think The luxury to belong The luxury to provide The luxury to assume The luxury to…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 8, 2017
#Day7 — Selfishness
Selfishness resides in us, knowingly or unknowingly. We tend to bend in front of people, because of our selfishness, of wanting them…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 8, 2017
#Day6 — Cigarette
Parties weren’t her thing, at least not anymore. They were her short time fling, of blurry crowds and loud sound. She hurried through the…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 7, 2017
#Day5 — Together
Even though her fuming past was still burning, she granted him do some learning. He rested his lips on hers slowly, like there was no…
Harshita Kumbhar
Apr 5, 2017
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