Nidhi Poddar
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Red chilli flakes...
Oregano....
Salt and pepper....
Can we ring a circle of spicy chef.
To aspiring students of cutlery and spoon.
Ah! Miss the fork!!
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Thankyou Teac...
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Will my dream remain forever a dream? Will my dream remain forever a dream?
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
Your permission or approval is not required! Your permission or approval is not required!
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...
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;
"I am floating in the deepness on an uncertain raft, Nothing is self controlled or curbed." "I am floating in the deepness on an uncertain raft, Nothing is self controlled ...
No one would listen to me; I was loner than I thought, They warned me always, I forgot. . . No one would listen to me; I was loner than I thought, They warned me always, I ...
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
If only, for the long lost horizon.... If only, for the long lost horizon....
With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears With all the ransom paid, she left, with no tears
You held my hand, led the way, Walked with me on the rough pathway. You held my hand, led the way, Walked with me on the rough pathway.
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
Let each mind hold the words of bards from yonder lands.... Let each mind hold the words of bards from yonder lands....
I want to travel to the core of your head... I want to travel to the core of your head...
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
Agony screamed in the 'ifs' of my existence. Agony screamed in the 'ifs' of my existence.
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
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