Jyoti deepak Suryawanshi
Abstract Romance
beautiful dew, a day new.
smooth petals, as your lips,
pretty sea, as waves you remember me,
soft wind, touches me you are so kind, dear..
Marriage
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Wonderful Lov...
Blind Love...
lovely love
first love.
Love Insight
Trusted love
Love And Hope
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun
My supreme control. However, this time, I willingly opened the gate. My supreme control. However, this time, I willingly opened the gate.
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;
What crushes is the divine truth! What crushes is the divine truth!
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise All of a Sudden Sounds turning in Noise
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
But it is not darkness which is the absence of light But it is not darkness which is the absence of light
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter
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.
And made them nurture the silence to restore peace in human life. And made them nurture the silence to restore peace in human life.
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
One more Earth Day has been celebrated. Will we learn anything or are we one year closer to meeting ... One more Earth Day has been celebrated. Will we learn anything or are we one yea...
As I’m held captive by you… As I’m held captive by you…
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
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...
Suffering from the pain of responsibilities, the expectations. Suffering from the pain of responsibilities, the expectations.
They don't seem to be content somehow They don't seem to be content somehow
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