Bharathh Pothuraju
Romance
The deep groove of,
The Unsettling twirl;
Inside that mystic chamber,
Of my heart, ready to escape;
The dark walls;
To play to the rhythm of;
The open sky.
Juggle
Cold
Groove
Dark
Despair
On The Wall
You
You.
Her
Eternal
I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s! I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s!
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 ...
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever. Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever.
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade. Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade.
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
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
Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could. Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could.
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
I met my life partner, my life was not the same again. I met my life partner, my life was not the same again.
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...
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth. Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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