Poems written by Prashant

Prashant Hayaran

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Meaningless I am so is my identity my dreams , my desires my words, my sentience and my destiny.Few untamed lines and undecipherable scribbles I own, which I try to decipher or to give semantic to them, and in this course I found, it is like finding one's name, written on sky by the constellation of stars; in the moonlight holding moon in one hand.In the meaningless world of mineThere are no dimensions, no fathoms. Things are not divided into black and white, there is only gray matter, sprawled everywhere.Time doesn't move, it stands still in a corner and watches me playing with the moments.Thoughts are the only erudition one can possess, achieve or acquire Words are the only treasure. There are no dreams only reality prevails.There is neither day nor night neither dawn nor dusk but, all of them together at a distance of few footsteps from each otherThere are neither friends nor foe no acquaintance, no relation only solitudeand being a poet is not my vice there... -Prashant :)

तुम

तुम azad nazm

तुम अक्स हो किसी ख़्वाब का जो मेरी नींद पर तुम्हारी ख़ुशबू से बना है किसी नज़्म की धुन हो जो मैंने कभी पढ़ी नहीं न ही सुनी है बस महसूस की है अपने बीच की ख़ामोशी में तुम गहराई

Meaningless

Meaningless short poem

Meaningless I am so is my identity my dreams, my desires my words, my sentience and my destiny. Few untamed lines and undecipherable scribbles I own, which I try to decipher or to give semantic to them, and in this