Simran Kewlani : Writing

Dust Bottles

Dust Bottles

A Poem by Simran Kewlani


I always believed that I enjoyed running, my mind did especially,With thoughts and emotions constantly running, Oxytocin and Serotonin pumping, puttin..
Catastrophic Privilege

Catastrophic Privilege

A Poem by Simran Kewlani


Destruction paved the way for the planet to breathe again.
A House Not Home.

A House Not Home.

A Poem by Simran Kewlani


Pay close attention, hear the beeping.
For Once It Wasn't.

For Once It Wasn't.

A Poem by Simran Kewlani


"Tis a good night.
A Writer's Nightmare.

A Writer's Nightmare.

A Poem by Simran Kewlani


Ridding myself of mine by writing about it.
Depersonalization.

Depersonalization.

A Poem by Simran Kewlani


The soul detaches itself from the body.
Un-confuse.

Un-confuse.

A Poem by Simran Kewlani


My state of mind in its most raw form.
Mind Games.

Mind Games.

A Poem by Simran Kewlani


The corners of the sheet were torn, Vigorous writing was still going on. The pain began to vanish, Soon turning into happiness. The scrawny font..
The Endless War Of Memories.

The Endless War Of Memories.

A Poem by Simran Kewlani


The memories burned in her head, Igniting a fire inside her heart, Bringing tears to her eyes, She remembered all the good times. The laughter,..
Love In Death.

Love In Death.

A Poem by Simran Kewlani


People DO seek comfort speaking to the dead.

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