Smriti Pradhan
Romance
The rain
comes calling
your name.
Me, a dry
soil without
your love
drenches in it,
emanating petrichor
which the
zephyr carries to
you as a reminder
that someone still
misses you.
Dry Soil
Memories
Lost
Steps
Almost
Love, Stay, L...
For you are my true companion, my dainty spectacles.! For you are my true companion, my dainty spectacles.!
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
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 ...
Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
Please don’t panic our love is immortal. Please don’t panic our love is immortal.
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
Do they have pretty endings? Do they have pretty endings?
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
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...
Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love. Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love.
Shunning the wrinkles and spots she had was dressed up like someone in the twenties but still, She l... Shunning the wrinkles and spots she had was dressed up like someone in the twent...
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship, I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship,
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
I found her standing over there while speaking less but seeking more I found her standing over there while speaking less but seeking more
How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while enjoying the thunder. How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while en...
Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded. Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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