Samiksha Patel
Abstract Tragedy Others
The winter chill kills.
Screams die a faint voice.
The owl still at work.
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...
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
Giver of givings and creator of all creations. Giver of givings and creator of all creations.
Two girls who knew how to live in the moment Two girls who knew how to live in the moment
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
In this intense ocean fulfilled with life, let's dive deeper and deeper, In this intense ocean fulfilled with life, let's dive deeper and deeper,
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
May their faces be filled with smiles. May their faces be filled with smiles.
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
Nice.. Nice..
Hold on to your faith... Hold on to your faith...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...