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...
And a dark grey t-shirt with a denim jacket, 8 days ago And a dark grey t-shirt with a denim jacket, 8 days ago
And that day I saw you, wasn't instantly when I fell for you, I never by your looks did sway, ... And that day I saw you, wasn't instantly when I fell for you, I never by y...
Truths always begets glory Truths always begets glory
I wish her to be with me beside me all my life, I wish this comes true and cross this ocean in whic... I wish her to be with me beside me all my life, I wish this comes true and cros...
Are these mere coincidences or they hold a deeper meaning... Like a message from the almighty ..... Are these mere coincidences or they hold a deeper meaning... Like a message fro...
We were together. Together for real this time. We were together. Together for real this time.
I wish I could caress the horizon! I wish I could caress the horizon!
I am a hunter that you mistook for prey I am a hunter that you mistook for prey
This is a real life story of true love. When do we come to realise how much other partner means to u... This is a real life story of true love. When do we come to realise how much othe...
How it feels when someone deeply imprints your soul, The body stays but mind gives away the control... How it feels when someone deeply imprints your soul, The body stays but mind gi...
What was it that made flowers bloom? What was it that made flowers bloom?
In the smile masking the moisture, In the tear crossing my facial texture... In the smile masking the moisture, In the tear crossing my facial texture...
I can hear them spread hate I can hear them spread hate
Rekindling the charm, forever gave you as an alarm. Mornings are better with the sound of your snore... Rekindling the charm, forever gave you as an alarm. Mornings are better with the...
My love is a rose, blooming with beauty and sweet fragrance sensation. My love is a rose, blooming with beauty and sweet fragrance sensation.
Should I write about my first crush or love? Should I write about my first crush or love?
Every time it rifted my soul apart Every time it rifted my soul apart
Your breath collapses In mine While we leave marks Of our destiny on each other Your breath collapses In mine While we leave marks Of our destiny on ea...
If my thoughts were given the due credit that they deserve for being "hopeless" as per societal cont... If my thoughts were given the due credit that they deserve for being "hopeless" ...
Things evolved too fast, I conveyed you my emotions... Things evolved too fast, I conveyed you my emotions...
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