Sakshi Mishra
Abstract
I love you every time I confess...
And you said HMMM...
I got angry but don't let you know...
Today,
You confess you love me...
And I said HMMM...
Sibling's
Journey Of Lo...
Food
Love
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...
What life is like when the Life Giver gives it to you. What life is like when the Life Giver gives it to you.
Poems take us through winding paths... Churning out well-kept secrets... Baring people and souls... ... Poems take us through winding paths... Churning out well-kept secrets... Baring ...
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 ...
Story mirror is a wonderful platform to promote students Story mirror is a wonderful platform to promote students
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.
"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...
Urban encounters, real/unreal; fulfilled/unfulfilled. Urban encounters, real/unreal; fulfilled/unfulfilled.
A poem that revolves around the whims and decisions of a person. Emphasis on the irony in this worl... A poem that revolves around the whims and decisions of a person. Emphasis on th...
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 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...
"But the glee turned red with certain anger then Family peeped into the dream, The dream turned dark... "But the glee turned red with certain anger then Family peeped into the dream, T...
"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.."
Always live sky high! Always live sky high!
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