Geethika Reddy
Fantasy
Like fantasy, poems,
Are dipped in a,
Dark inky black & blue,
And crafted in
Euphoric thoughts,
To escape from reality,
Just to sense our,
Holo fetish dreams.
HERSTORY BENE...
Veiled Cravin...
A DIAL TO HEA...
Life
MY LIFE: A DE...
A DANCE WITH ...
AN ERRATIC PO...
THE MOON LOOK...
THE LONGEST F...
MY WEAPON
Sometimes, I have to take a pause and Walk down the alleys from where everything start Sometimes, I have to take a pause and Walk down the alleys from where everyth...
I am the only guest in the room. I lost the key to the door long ago. I am the only guest in the room. I lost the key to the door long ago.
Reach your arms out To catch fleeting dreams Reach your arms out To catch fleeting dreams
I write not to impress, But to suppress. I write not to impress, But to suppress.
We humans have been wanting to live in a perfect world, it being the biggest insecurity too. But why... We humans have been wanting to live in a perfect world, it being the biggest ins...
She stood on the bridge In silence and fear She stood on the bridge In silence and fear
The fear I had when everything seems to work against me The fear I had when everything seems to work against me
My drooping eyelids peek out of the window, My drooping eyelids peek out of the window,
Live happily for many years !... Live happily for many years !...
I am not awake Amidst the somnolent I am not awake Amidst the somnolent
Why is the loneliness so sorrowful tonight How painful that Moon did not come out tonight! Why is the loneliness so sorrowful tonight How painful that Moon did not come...
Your presence smells like the first fragrance of petrichor, Your presence smells like the first fragrance of petrichor,
I dance with ecstasy as the big black clouds transform to glistening droplets of rain, I dance with ecstasy as the big black clouds transform to glistening droplets of...
The river that passes by her village, I quenched my thirst in that stream The river that passes by her village, I quenched my thirst in that stream
Red soils cling to her ebony feet, The crimson blossoms in her raven hair, Red soils cling to her ebony feet, The crimson blossoms in her raven hair,
I returned and resumed my life. I returned and resumed my life.
Oh they start to fight To get a good bite of us. Oh they start to fight To get a good bite of us.
No, I'm not a damsel in distress I got no Cinderella complex No, I'm not a damsel in distress I got no Cinderella complex
On the rocking chair... I'll be ruffling through those album pages, On the rocking chair... I'll be ruffling through those album pages,
Ah! The morning is calm and serene Like a child in deep sleep Ah! The morning is calm and serene Like a child in deep sleep
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