My poems............

Not really carved well

But full of originality............

My eyes are black & wheatish skin..

Placed my heart in full of sins.

LORD SAID TO ME:

You are a warrior,

you have to fight

and you have to kill

You have to shield and

.........also feel

You are my child....
  ................Suchita Khade.

Sometimes, a shy,

Sometimes a brute.

Sometimes a sky,

Sometimes an island.

Sometimes a secret

Sometimes a nude

Sometimes an every

Sometimes aloof.

And many a times a water

many a times an old wine.

Basically a human

That be mine.

................Suchita Khade.

Stealing my heart, away you went;

May that be the fate ment.

Shall it be happen, to take my breath;

Because after the steal everything is rotten.

Breathless can be left alive

But heartless doesnt have life.

There is a void that you made.

There is a tale that you left

There is a hell that you made.

Stealing my heart, away you went....

................Suchita Khade.