Anita Sharma
Romance Classics
You are my soul,
My strength,
My life's goal
You're the beat
Of my heart
My whole world
From the start
Am complete
With love you bring
O! My love
You are my everything.
My Love
Dear Fear
Anatomy Of He...
My Mother Div...
High Feminism
A Poor Boy
My Better Hal...
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
For you are my true companion, my dainty spectacles.! For you are my true companion, my dainty spectacles.!
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
Silence is the best sound that only to nurture... Silence is the best sound that only to nurture...
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 ...
Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
Please don’t panic our love is immortal. Please don’t panic our love is immortal.
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
Do they have pretty endings? Do they have pretty endings?
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
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...
Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are slain by love? Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are sla...
Shunning the wrinkles and spots she had was dressed up like someone in the twenties but still, She l... Shunning the wrinkles and spots she had was dressed up like someone in the twent...
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded. Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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