Bhavya Tiwari
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A Skeptic's M...
Always live sky high! Always live sky high!
"I am the artist , My fingers act, My mind colors You are my love.." "I am the artist , My fingers act, My mind colors You are my love.."
"But the glee turned red with certain anger then Family peeped into the dream, The dream turned dark... "But the glee turned red with certain anger then Family peeped into the dream, T...
So respect work, respect human beings! So respect work, respect human beings!
A depressed soul cried, another well had dried. His body existed but its purpose wasn't sound. Yet ... A depressed soul cried, another well had dried. His body existed but its purpose...
I wrote this poem by putting myself into the shoes of the dying old people.. Here I have written abo... I wrote this poem by putting myself into the shoes of the dying old people.. Her...
A poem that revolves around the whims and decisions of a person. Emphasis on the irony in this worl... A poem that revolves around the whims and decisions of a person. Emphasis on th...
Urban encounters, real/unreal; fulfilled/unfulfilled. Urban encounters, real/unreal; fulfilled/unfulfilled.
And it’s something that will never fade away. And it’s something that will never fade away.
Let’s evoke some sterling memories; From the bygone days of our life From the mangled moieties of pa... Let’s evoke some sterling memories; From the bygone days of our life From the ma...
"The rivers of joy have all run dry Bare boulders of sorrow stare in the face" "The rivers of joy have all run dry Bare boulders of sorrow stare in the face"
A very short poem which creates a pictute in front of your eyes. A very short poem which creates a pictute in front of your eyes.
When you self-don't realise where have you come, searching for your happiness. Is it worth? When you self-don't realise where have you come, searching for your happiness. I...
Story mirror is a wonderful platform to promote students Story mirror is a wonderful platform to promote students
LOVE.. Few say it's magic, few say it's tough to handle, few say it's pain, few say it's sacrifice..... LOVE.. Few say it's magic, few say it's tough to handle, few say it's pain, few ...
Well, mere species that breathe and get defied by it. Well, mere species that breathe and get defied by it.
I've got those Midnight Chaos... I've got those Midnight Chaos...
Poems take us through winding paths... Churning out well-kept secrets... Baring people and souls... ... Poems take us through winding paths... Churning out well-kept secrets... Baring ...
What life is like when the Life Giver gives it to you. What life is like when the Life Giver gives it to you.
The "lover" is written in the narrative form, to picturise a woeful act. The action of surprise is... The "lover" is written in the narrative form, to picturise a woeful act. The act...
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