Jyoti Mishra
Abstract Inspirational
Sunlight hugs
White drapes And
Escapes The winter's graze
As the wind
Whispers its tales
Of a love that never fails...
Ocean Waves
A storyteller
Thoughts
Achieve your ...
Love Yourself
Little Dragon...
Silence in mi...
Deep Blue Oce...
The Gulf In W...
A Love That N...
I'm scared to talk about God I'm scared to talk about God
If I could glance at its secrets My eyes would be blessed If I could glance at its secrets My eyes would be blessed
Keep your spirits unshaken by anything. Keep your spirits unshaken by anything.
But there are some poetries That gives it guises. But there are some poetries That gives it guises.
Think about pleasant memories and spend the rest of your life. Think about pleasant memories and spend the rest of your life.
Really there is a need to accept feelings in a sympathetic way Really there is a need to accept feelings in a sympathetic way
I write to read and read to write. I write to read and read to write.
On and on the tides must turn On and on the tides must turn
I know the purity of pure despair I know the purity of pure despair
To finally know that the waves Are the sea, and we are the waves! To finally know that the waves Are the sea, and we are the waves!
Happiness can be seen in the darkest of times Happiness can be seen in the darkest of times
Flowers can’t grow without a little sunlight. Flowers can’t grow without a little sunlight.
But I couldn't find you! And instead of crying, I smiled imagining the dream of you!! But I couldn't find you! And instead of crying, I smiled imagining the dream of ...
When agitated your mind displays a stormy hue When agitated your mind displays a stormy hue
No, no, tobacco, No, no, It’s a curse for every friend and foe, No, no, tobacco, No, no, It’s a curse for every friend and foe,
From mute spectators, Where do I hide? From mute spectators, Where do I hide?
They’re the perfect match to make all things better They’re the perfect match to make all things better
Poetry means to make a poem or the poem itself. Poetry means to make a poem or the poem itself.
I hid behind my walls so high I hid behind my walls so high
The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy; The whiskey on your breath Could make a small boy dizzy;
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