Tanisha Sethi
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Red and shiny,
A temptation.
One bite,
A contemplation.
Poison strikes,
A toxic creation.
Successful no...
The Key To Su...
The Fury Of R...
The Sun And H...
The Owl And T...
Night Journey
Cuttings
In A Dark Tim...
The Survivor
I Knew A Woma...
I thought of the old times when I was here. I thought of the old times when I was here.
It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of contentment. It's about the downfalls, the shortcomings and then the rising. The feeling of c...
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night And what if I say you are a sanctified flower on a gloomy night
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...
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
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.
All for one and one for all, That is unity. All for one and one for all, That is unity.
You become the best verse I ever quoted You become the best verse I ever quoted
Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon... Loving him was red, Losing him was blue as I become colorful till noon...
In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
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.
Never again depend on a single ruler. Never again depend on a single ruler.
I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache to speak with you, ye... I knew your love, I now know your hate. I hate that I loved you and still ache t...
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
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...
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
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