Rajeev Bagra
Horror Tragedy
It is cool,
To watch coolie,
Except for its actor,
Boiled in the process.
Queen Cracker
Dream to Real...
Coolie
Playing with ...
DisCover
Waiting
Flowing
Daughter Is ....
Improving Is ...
Yes To Yester...
"why didn't they kill her?" "why didn't they kill her?"
Was it on the red veil that touched our skins; was it on a red dress when saw I thy visage so closel... Was it on the red veil that touched our skins; was it on a red dress when saw I ...
The poem shows the dream in midnight. The poem shows the dream in midnight.
War is won War is won
This was an end nobody wanted but I was entitled to, This was an end nobody wanted but I was entitled to,
Sometimes the dark night seems darker, the objects speak of a devilish plot, especially when there i... Sometimes the dark night seems darker, the objects speak of a devilish plot, esp...
We are all swept away by inundated sorrow. We are all swept away by inundated sorrow.
Years ago in a little town, death had spread its wings, One by one a gloomy fume engulfed human b... Years ago in a little town, death had spread its wings, One by one a gloomy f...
Parents will regret Parents will regret
There lived once a man named Brad All of the time he was sad There lived once a man named Brad All of the time he was sad
Life after death, Could it be true? Not in my wildest dreams, Till I felt the cold touch, Of a dead ... Life after death, Could it be true? Not in my wildest dreams, Till I felt the co...
I was the demon, possessing the stranger! I was the demon, possessing the stranger!
Because the Spitefulness Prevaricator chose to become an infidel... Because the Spitefulness Prevaricator chose to become an infidel...
The poem describes the night on the horror street. The poem describes the night on the horror street.
I couldn't let go of her face.. She was there, her cold hands shivered.. I couldn't let go of her face.. She was there, her cold hands shivered..
Like a preying kite... Like a preying kite...
As I got up from my bed, I noticed an odd piece of art... As I got up from my bed, I noticed an odd piece of art...
Nothing to feel, no protection, nowhere to hide, Only here, rotting, “Save me, please,” Nothing to feel, no protection, nowhere to hide, Only here, rotting, “Save me...
When all the lights are out, Don’t you wanna shout, When all the lights are out, Don’t you wanna shout,
There lay a harmless rope instead. There lay a harmless rope instead.