Bharathh Pothuraju
Romance
May those dots in the dark
Be untouched;
Only to drive ahead;
By connecting,
Those fresh beats fibbing
To touch upon the Soul.
Only to stay by &
Breath with You.
Juggle
Cold
Groove
Dark
Despair
On The Wall
You
You.
Her
Eternal
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
However, respecting women is my top priority which is impossible to subside! However, respecting women is my top priority which is impossible to subside!
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
Someone's always going to judge; someone will always start the useless banter. Someone's always going to judge; someone will always start the useless banter.
I will be your Tom, Will you be my Jerry... I will be your Tom, Will you be my Jerry...
My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get solace... My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get ...
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
When I am unable to bleed... I cry, When I am unable to cry ... I write... When I am unable to bleed... I cry, When I am unable to cry ... I write...
Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again... Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again...
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
The beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, To see beauty in each is a talent... The beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, To see beauty in each is a talent...
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are slain by love? Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are sla...
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
You walk in the room and say that you love me... You walk in the room and say that you love me...
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