Manju Sam
Romance
Love is spontaneous
I look into your eyes,
Locks up for a moment,
Into eternal gaze,
Promise of unspoken love,
A long spell cast upon us,
Magic of the memory.
Castle
Hope
Morning Coffe...
Promise of Lo...
Destination
Melange
The Lone Tree
Ancestral Hom...
waves
Black Poetry
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Let us go to a dreamland sweetheart; Let us go to a dreamland sweetheart;
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
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...
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
I am a poet and writer if you didn’t know me well I am a poet and writer if you didn’t know me well
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Pheromones made melodies in the air Achieving what no one could Unite two distant worlds. Pheromones made melodies in the air Achieving what no one could Unite two dis...
Bees hovering around the lovely flowers... Bees hovering around the lovely flowers...
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...
Blindness is an unfortunate handicap but true vision does not require the eyes. Blindness is an unfortunate handicap but true vision does not require the eyes.
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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