CHEAP BUCKS

For some bucks,
She allowed him,
To eat her soul.

By-Himanshu Tobaria

HER OWN SOUL

"She's sleepwalking again."
Family members said,
But no one knew that,
"Every night she visits her own soul".

By-Himanshu Tobaria

POETRY MY WIFE

No love, no relationships,
Just enjoying artistic life.
Feel is my home,
And poetry is my wife.

By-Himanshu Tobaria

YOU HAVE TO LIVE

"You have to live till your last breathe.
Because that, is my last wish."

By-Himanshu Tobaria

ENDLESS DREAMS

"Some dreams are meant to be dreams only."

By-Himanshu Tobaria

HER SILENCE

A teenage girl molested again and again.
By the person, who's blood is in her vein.
Can't share her problem, trapped.
A clean soul, by a demon continuously wrapped.
Tired, depressed, told her mother about it.
Didn't believe her, searched a blade from first aid kit.
She want it end this.
Precious moments, she gonna miss.
"Stop it's your life" said the inner voice.
Still you wanna do this, it's your choice.
Recorded an audio clip, proved her mother wrong.
In a harsh desert there is a pong pong.
Her father, behind the bar.
The girl now knows life's par.

By-Himanshu Tobaria

HER EYES

He saw hurt in her eyes,
But he did not wish to assuage it.

By-Himanshu Tobaria