Raghavi Vijayaraghavan
Abstract Inspirational
Inky night. Steep ascent.
Down struck a lightning. Voila!
The summit is in sight
Hope
The Rain!
The Wonder Wa...
In The Solita...
My 'Stage' Tr...
The Deer And ...
The Road Legs...
Stop Scorning...
A Rhyming Thr...
Fox Fable Re-...
They don't seem to be content somehow They don't seem to be content somehow
Suffering from the pain of responsibilities, the expectations. Suffering from the pain of responsibilities, the expectations.
Tell me why sips of your whiskey alternate between someone's memories and your future. Tell me why sips of your whiskey alternate between someone's memories and your f...
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.
It all started around November 2019, A deadly virus coercively named covid-19. It all started around November 2019, A deadly virus coercively named covid-19.
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
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?
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.
My supreme control. However, this time, I willingly opened the gate. My supreme control. However, this time, I willingly opened the gate.
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