Pranav Jha
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I don't count the days left,
I don't count the seconds left,
I just count the moments together we have spent,
Bcoz it is the only thing of you with me left.
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The "lover" is written in the narrative form, to picturise a woeful act. The action of surprise is... The "lover" is written in the narrative form, to picturise a woeful act. The act...
"I grew up in her arms, and had aback of him as a pillar; I always wore the pride of having a menage... "I grew up in her arms, and had aback of him as a pillar; I always wore the prid...
"Truth is the ugly child of honesty... Everything looks so beautiful until the truth strikes." "Truth is the ugly child of honesty... Everything looks so beautiful until the t...
In the harmony of Navratri, we find endless light. In the harmony of Navratri, we find endless light.
Those rare things of truth That slip out of careless moments Like that stark, foolish phrase, Like t... Those rare things of truth That slip out of careless moments Like that stark, fo...
LOVE.. Few say it's magic, few say it's tough to handle, few say it's pain, few say it's sacrifice..... LOVE.. Few say it's magic, few say it's tough to handle, few say it's pain, few ...
"Wise are those who never expose all the hidden thoughts in front of others. It's not selfishness no... "Wise are those who never expose all the hidden thoughts in front of others. It'...
the first sign of toxic masculinity I found in myself was this unbridled anger that flooded my veins... the first sign of toxic masculinity I found in myself was this unbridled anger t...
When you self-don't realise where have you come, searching for your happiness. Is it worth? When you self-don't realise where have you come, searching for your happiness. I...
A very short poem which creates a pictute in front of your eyes. A very short poem which creates a pictute in front of your eyes.
Patience visited me And it reminded me Patience visited me And it reminded me
My worst bully is often inside my head My worst bully is often inside my head
"The rivers of joy have all run dry Bare boulders of sorrow stare in the face" "The rivers of joy have all run dry Bare boulders of sorrow stare in the face"
Let’s evoke some sterling memories; From the bygone days of our life From the mangled moieties of pa... Let’s evoke some sterling memories; From the bygone days of our life From the ma...
I wrote this poem by putting myself into the shoes of the dying old people.. Here I have written abo... I wrote this poem by putting myself into the shoes of the dying old people.. Her...
"Souls will efflorescence from an insight within." "Souls will efflorescence from an insight within."
A raw and intense expression of heartbreak, rage, and self-doubt. A person caught in emotional turmo... A raw and intense expression of heartbreak, rage, and self-doubt. A person caugh...
A depressed soul cried, another well had dried. His body existed but its purpose wasn't sound. Yet ... A depressed soul cried, another well had dried. His body existed but its purpose...
"I am the artist , My fingers act, My mind colors You are my love.." "I am the artist , My fingers act, My mind colors You are my love.."
The beauty of living isn't hiding in the places we are trying to reach The beauty of living isn't hiding in the places we are trying to reach
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