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
After all, she did get to experience one last love of sigh. After all, she did get to experience one last love of sigh.
Backward I headed without looking at the shrine, without looking at the shrine. Backward I headed without looking at the shrine, without looking at the shrine.
I plead to give up, yet the ripples on my head stop me from committing the misstep. I plead to give up, yet the ripples on my head stop me from committing the misst...
I converse with them a few words which makes the fields more inevitable The old shepherd who marv... I converse with them a few words which makes the fields more inevitable The o...
Obstacles are a part of life's way indeed Obstacles are a part of life's way indeed
Happiness at 4 Am Happiness at 4 Am
Ever wonder, who or "what" watches you when you sleep? Ever wonder, who or "what" watches you when you sleep?
Let me settle in body and mind in strong winds Let me settle in body and mind in strong winds
Either to wipe out tears, tears, or to console the bleeding heart! Either to wipe out tears, tears, or to console the bleeding heart!
A nostalgic poem of reminiscing in the autumn of life, bringing alive old memories. While the aging... A nostalgic poem of reminiscing in the autumn of life, bringing alive old memor...
And create a world where karma's light will abide. And create a world where karma's light will abide.
She'll carry the basket gracefully While she holds it up & high... She'll carry the basket gracefully While she holds it up & high...
Eternal companion forever Eternal companion forever
The poem is a romantic representation of love and a feeling of being lonely. The poem is a romantic representation of love and a feeling of being lonely.
A story that is written on divine pages with the beautiful essence of love and verses. A story that is written on divine pages with the beautiful essence of love and v...
“Snoozing the alarm for five minutes more”, we grew up. “Snoozing the alarm for five minutes more”, we grew up.
Long ago. I made them like me and the joy finally vanished! Long ago. I made them like me and the joy finally vanished!
I was left in the infinity of oblivion.... I was left in the infinity of oblivion....
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