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...
Aye, you can stick that skinny label on my back But mayn, I won’t stop preaching why He became sk... Aye, you can stick that skinny label on my back But mayn, I won’t stop preach...
Death does not give meaning to life. Death does not give meaning to life.
So go ahead and regret me cuz your grudges or urges nothin' matters for me. So go ahead and regret me cuz your grudges or urges nothin' matters for me.
We get offended, we defend ourselves We get offended, we defend ourselves
Being vulnerable is not everyone’s cup of tea, for it needs strength to expose ourselves in and out ... Being vulnerable is not everyone’s cup of tea, for it needs strength to expose o...
But I am disturbed But I am disturbed
When No One Notices There is a girl who sits in the corner. When No One Notices There is a girl who sits in the corner.
That is the last protocol before the war That is the last protocol before the war
The Road of a Monk.. Paper flowers they seem now, The Road of a Monk.. Paper flowers they seem now,
As they are scared I might fall, be captured or destroyed nonetheless their useless worriedness... As they are scared I might fall, be captured or destroyed nonetheless their usel...
They have granted us the wand, the boon that can never be mined out like gold They have granted us the wand, the boon that can never be mined out like gold
She's a Rose, so beautiful that you'll fall for her at first glimpse, And I guess for most people... She's a Rose, so beautiful that you'll fall for her at first glimpse, And I g...
Though alive I still think the world as a hell... What shouldn't be loved... Though alive I still think the world as a hell... What shouldn't be loved...
I am tired of pretending that I'm okay. I am tired of pretending that I'm okay.
Where our expectation ends, his plans begin Where our expectation ends, his plans begin
The world is but a granule of sand seeping fast through my fingers. The world is but a granule of sand seeping fast through my fingers.
You don't understand, you never do. You don't understand, you never do.
but would it have been easier to move on if you were toxic? but would it have been easier to move on if you were toxic?
Don’t fall in love with me. I am bad for you and you don’t know it. Don’t fall in love with me. I am bad for you and you don’t know it.
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