Priya Satpute
Abstract
Many ask me the same thing again and again
How do you write such beautiful things
I silently reply I don't use ink or paper
My soul just plays with words...
I Earn...
Answer
I thought of the old times when I was here. I thought of the old times when I was here.
It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of contentment. It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of c...
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night
And you ask me if you'll see my difficulties and ugliness more than the show that I put on. And you ask me if you'll see my difficulties and ugliness more than the show tha...
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
You become the best verse I ever quoted You become the best verse I ever quoted
Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon... Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon...
But it is not darkness which is the absence of light But it is not darkness which is the absence of light
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
I need the joker to love me fully, unbiasedly, and with all his might. I need the joker to love me fully, unbiasedly, and with all his might.
I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache to speak with you, ye... I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache t...
As I’m held captive by you… As I’m held captive by you…
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
They don't seem to be content somehow They don't seem to be content somehow
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