Swetaleena Mishra
Abstract Tragedy
Poor girl,
She could never build up over her strains,
Because she never wanted to be strong again,
Instead chose to boost up gaining sympathy than defeating her pain,
She opted to be the dumb loser again...
And That Day ...
Today And The...
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Figment Of Th...
Kissing Your ...
A love Story
Poor Girl
Fault In Star...
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Pain
My voice echoes clearly In a mind pure and free My voice echoes clearly In a mind pure and free
No need for words, or outward show, The heart's sweet song, a silent glow, No need for words, or outward show, The heart's sweet song, a silent glow,
Trust me, I'm the shadowed figure, Cloaked in darkness, shrouded in fear. Trust me, I'm the shadowed figure, Cloaked in darkness, shrouded in fear.
In the silence of my mind, My thoughts begin to roam and find In the silence of my mind, My thoughts begin to roam and find
So let us cherish this newfound bliss, And never again take it for granted or dismiss, So let us cherish this newfound bliss, And never again take it for granted or...
I look within and see a world, A place where thoughts and feelings swirl. I look within and see a world, A place where thoughts and feelings swirl.
In your presence, I am stripped Of all the layers I have donned, In your presence, I am stripped Of all the layers I have donned,
My verses bask Under the cerulean sky My verses bask Under the cerulean sky
Oh India! My beloved motherland, A land of diverse cultures, and a nation so grand, Oh India! My beloved motherland, A land of diverse cultures, and a nation so ...
I opened it slowly, As if unwrapping a gift, I opened it slowly, As if unwrapping a gift,
You are a reminder of pain, A source of regret, You are a reminder of pain, A source of regret,
Let the route be rough, when we can view the final junction. Let the route be rough, when we can view the final junction.
A poem on poetry, how meta is that? A poem on poetry, how meta is that?
And taught me how to lose the fear. And taught me how to lose the fear.
These jhumkas and chandbalis are my beauty arsenal. They whisper your name with every 'taal' These jhumkas and chandbalis are my beauty arsenal. They whisper your nam...
Once, love was easy and pure, Two hearts beating as one, always sure. But now, it hangs by a fragile... Once, love was easy and pure, Two hearts beating as one, always sure. But now, i...
As dusk settles on the treetops My languid dreams perch on the sky's bosom. As dusk settles on the treetops My languid dreams perch on the sky's bosom.
I am pulled by the current, Ripped apart at every turn, I am pulled by the current, Ripped apart at every turn,
To get the best out of me let me flatter and tame To get the best out of me let me flatter and tame
It helps me realize the point at which I am in life. It helps me realize the point at which I am in life.
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