Snigdha Suraj
Romance Inspirational
The Silent Violinist
The Train Jou...
The Silent Vi...
Reminiscence ...
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
Novice, I were in the whirlwind dubbed love Novice, I were in the whirlwind dubbed love
I wish this poem were pixie dust. To throw into your eyes I wish this poem were pixie dust. To throw into your eyes
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
You and me are perfect in our imperfections... You and me are perfect in our imperfections...
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
When the ocean of sorrow flows through my window When the ocean of sorrow flows through my window
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
I wish I could tell you To quit the rat-race I wish I could tell you To quit the rat-race
How can I live with... How can I live with...
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Let us stay awake till 4 am and blabber about random things, but not fall in love. Let us stay awake till 4 am and blabber about random things, but not fall in lov...
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...
Love was floating in his eyes At the age of 62 he fell in love Love was floating in his eyes At the age of 62 he fell in love
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
Blowing together the burning candle Their names shining on chocolate cake Blowing together the burning candle Their names shining on chocolate cake
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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