Samiksha Patel
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Mesmerizing fall
A soft, soothing mud dances
Amidst the rainbow.
Haiku on "tog...
Haiku On "Mon...
Haiku On Wint...
Haiku On Empt...
Haiku On Jail...
Haiku On Galw...
Haiku On Diam...
A Haiku on Mu...
When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn' Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn'
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
The Rainbow is then certain to appear... The Rainbow is then certain to appear...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Motherland.... Motherland....
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
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