Samiksha Patel
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Spotted and hunted.
One deer, many deers on pathside.
Many dead, none jailed.
Haiku on "tog...
Haiku On "Mon...
Haiku On Wint...
Haiku On Empt...
Haiku On Jail...
Haiku On Galw...
Haiku On Diam...
A Haiku on Mu...
They don't seem to be content somehow They don't seem to be content somehow
The peak of the mountain is bathed in light The peak of the mountain is bathed in light
As I’m held captive by you… As I’m held captive by you…
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, I just drink, drink,... I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, ...
But it is not darkness which is the absence of light But it is not darkness which is the absence of light
Why fear, why excite, why react only to the unusual When everything you do is breathtaking Why fear, why excite, why react only to the unusual When everything you do is b...
Cleansing auras with each step and breath, I needed a break! Cleansing auras with each step and breath, I needed a break!
All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an angel that was sent. ... The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an ang...
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate.... Thus left am I, only I A mortal of no importance, Scribing the norms of fate....
I thought of the old times when I was here. I thought of the old times when I was here.
Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that it could be hiding bo... Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that i...
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun