Shriyeta Biswas
Romance
She is kind, a heart made of honey.
He is reserved, opposite of sunny.
No one would ever think
They would be together
But they are the moon and sun
For each other.
Home Quaranti...
Morning Madne...
Unforgettable...
Time Travel
Oh so lonely
Magic Ink
Caught Red-Ha...
Serendipity
Only If
Eyes
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s! I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s!
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?
However, respecting women is my top priority which is impossible to subside! However, respecting women is my top priority which is impossible to subside!
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
Someone's always going to judge; someone will always start the useless banter. Someone's always going to judge; someone will always start the useless banter.
I will be your Tom, Will you be my Jerry... I will be your Tom, Will you be my Jerry...
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...
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.
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...
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
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 sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
You walk in the room and say that you love me... You walk in the room and say that you love me...
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