Prapti Mohale
Romance
If you desire,
I'll step into the fire
Burning all my ego
I'll let you know
Beside you,
Nothing matters
My poem becomes
None than letters
Mother India
Musings
Dear, best fr...
Let's Not Rus...
Ghosts Of Pas...
Philophobia
Dead Poet
Once Upon A T...
For I crave every inch of you. For I crave every inch of you.
I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s! I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s!
See, the void getting bigger which you tried so hard to fill. See, the void getting bigger which you tried so hard to fill.
A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone.... A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone....
My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get solace... My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get ...
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Let's walk together for a while. Let's walk together for a while.
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
If wishing for a second chance is a thing, then it will be mine. If wishing for a second chance is a thing, then it will be mine.
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch
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