Sneha Spoorthi N
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To The One,
Who dreams in Day Light,
Who writes when Demons Fight,
Who reads in Dark Light,
This poem is for you...
It's For You....
Do you see the emerald glint in my eyes? I love to see the tortoise turning green Do you see the emerald glint in my eyes? I love to see the tortoise turning g...
Am Sad and moody, but healed to compose a melody. Am Sad and moody, but healed to compose a melody.
Eternal breaths heal my festering heart It's time for the noxious feeling to depart Eternal breaths heal my festering heart It's time for the noxious feeling to ...
Poets opposed ideas and reserved their rite. Poets opposed ideas and reserved their rite.
It's been years since I've left you, But my eyes still have your view! It's been years since I've left you, But my eyes still have your view!
I felt sad about learning how I loved others more than I loved myself I felt sad about learning how I loved others more than I loved myself
Geeta satisfies the 7th stage of life Geeta satisfies the 7th stage of life
Life is for the living so you have got to be strong Life is for the living so you have got to be strong
This is how I am feeling Souls ignited in the memory of our kiss This is how I am feeling Souls ignited in the memory of our kiss
Laugh a little, this life is worth living Laugh a little, this life is worth living
Who cares when publishers call poetry a niche Who cares when publishers call poetry a niche
I live - because it’s the only option I have I live - because it’s the only option I have
In the motionless motion of time We found our lost voices In the motionless motion of time We found our lost voices
We're torn apart, yet not alone Riding around, hoping to fly We're torn apart, yet not alone Riding around, hoping to fly
Sooner or later, from school life you'll depart, From teachers and friends, you'll be apart. Sooner or later, from school life you'll depart, From teachers and friend...
With hollow minds and fragile hearts, They get out to play the game in parts; With hollow minds and fragile hearts, They get out to play the game in parts...
I am still in love with my world I am still in love with my world
My poem is my catharsis! Once articulated in words, My poem is my catharsis! Once articulated in words,
There's no colours left in my rainbow All I've got are shades of grey to black There's no colours left in my rainbow All I've got are shades of grey to blac...
I'll write of the beauty of life I'll write of the beauty of life
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