Zoya : Writing

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A Poem by Zoya


I saw you bury pieces of your soul in the strange roads you took to your home there was a part of you in the flowers you chose to sniff and a..
Midnights

Midnights

A Poem by Zoya


As I lay under the starlit sky, tangled in a pair of arms that had started holding me too tight, I couldn't help but wonder how disproportionat..
Love Criminals

Love Criminals

A Poem by Zoya


getting your heart expectedly broken by an expected someone is not a tragedy the real tragedy is in knowing that a thief didn't steal your hea..
The Cafe

The Cafe

A Poem by Zoya


the last time you brushed past me in the cafe you smelled the way a rose smells a day before its death the wrinkles around your lips told me ..
Lost

Lost

A Poem by Zoya


Somedays I don't like the way this world talks valuable lines are left incomplete while empty words steal the exclamations your emotions ..
The Jacket

The Jacket

A Poem by Zoya


It had been two years and three days since the last time I wore your jacket as I struggled to pull up the zipper I realised it wasn't a ref..
The Stories You Never Tell

The Stories You Never Tell

A Poem by Zoya


We're all made of skin and bones, Of soil and maybe some clay. We're made of blood and oxygen, Or that's what people say. It is the basic skeletal..
Swallow

Swallow

A Poem by Zoya


words are everywhere every now and then I hear the most worthless of tongues hurl fancy phrases and words at their beloved meaning, you se..
The Doormat

The Doormat

A Poem by Zoya


I saw you hurry down the dusty path to my house the clouds that had kept me company all these days were now clearing away the sun was ou..
A Happy Poem

A Happy Poem

A Poem by Zoya


Poets, they say, have sad endings. Guns, ovens, rivers. Breathing, one moment. Falling silent, another. Poof. Gone. Poets, they say, never exist..

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