Satyender Yadav

blogs from New Delhi

Dull Lines (9 votes)
Posted 10 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
In The Despair (11 votes)
Posted 10 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Castle of Harbinger (5 votes)
Posted 10 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
The Being, I (10 votes)
Posted 11 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Path Of Warrior (5 votes)
Posted 11 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Her, (Posts require 5 characters :'( ) (11 votes)
Posted 11 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
War Of Despair (9 votes)
Posted 12 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Love Like Death (2 votes)
Posted 12 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
In A Beautiful Limbo (3 votes)
Posted 12 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Its Time to Fly (14 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
The Path (14 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Self Improvement
Who Am I (17 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
In The Abyss (11 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
The Way I Am (4 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Mirror Mirror (5 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Want To Know Me (4 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Independence Day Special (7 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Pieces Of Life (9 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
That Lovely Night (12 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry
Us And Them (5 votes)
Posted 13 years ago under Offbeat > Poetry

Voices of deep
I have words, but not the voice; My words are sound, But they don't rhyme. My words are rational, but they lack story, My words are mirror, but truth strikes boring. My words are sharp, but sharpness cause burning, My words are bitter, but aren't they just a warning. I speak in solitude, Listening t...
Posted on 23 September 2017 | 1:19 am
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She
Chains of world grinding, In a corner she shivers, Footsteps burst every now and then, Like a hammer fall to her heart. Under the curtains of silence, Like ages were the years of past, Day by day, month by month, Volcano was on rise, each year. She, the mirror of that is soft, She, the [...]...
Posted on 30 August 2016 | 11:30 pm
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Bleeding Words
When the pain is on rise, When the skies bleed dry, During the night fall, Why does the duty call. When the sun is high, And blue is the sky, Under the curtain of sweat, Someone at home awaits. Longer are days, Shorter are nights, In the month of December, Why is there feeling of [...]...
Posted on 8 June 2016 | 12:10 am
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