Ojeswi Mn
Abstract Romance Fantasy
No title of wordsPoem of empty versesLonely pictures
garden
sumner
No title
lollipop
Firefly
pen
hydrangeas
An Ode to Tea...
Unheard Voice
Her Glow
Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society? Are we really the burden of this patriarchal society?
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
I am not brainstormed by false allegations I am not brainstormed by false allegations
I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live.. I die, I am born, I live to die, I die to live..
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
A tormenting endearment in her heart A tormenting endearment in her heart
Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see. Where is heaven on earth? Let’s go and see.
My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry looks like Nothing b... My mouth tastes like blood And sometimes blood Spills out poetry And poetry l...
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it. The poem shows that it takes time to make art and not even a second to break it.
Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought Wearing their suits and masks every day our superheroes fought
And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream And since then I’ve been praying Even though God seems like a dirty pipe dream
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