Rishika Singh
Abstract Tragedy
And like the moon she had a side of her so dark, that even the stars couldn't shine on it.
She had a side of her so cold, that even sun couldn't burn on it.
Hope~R.S
SOCIETY ~R.S
Bookshelf ~R....
Darkness ~R.S
Pain
Here I Stand
Goodbye
The World Aro...
The Era
And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought
With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time Able to manage crucia... With this self-advocacy and self consoling Able to settle-down after some time A...
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the blame. The poem shows a helpless woman killing herself as she wants to get free of the ...
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked Your insolent gaze was too high, so you were wrecked
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing b... My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry l...
Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see. Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see.
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society? Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society?
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