Mini Prathap
Fantasy
The love of sea moves in the heart of Mankind
Child is the ...
The waves of ...
Road to love
December Dif...
November Chi...
Octobe The B...
New year New...
Time as gift
The World wit...
Final stanza ...
After all, she did get to experience one last love of sigh. After all, she did get to experience one last love of sigh.
I plead to give up, yet the ripples on my head stop me from committing the misstep. I plead to give up, yet the ripples on my head stop me from committing the misst...
I don't remember when I saw her first. I don't remember when I saw her first.
Obstacles are a part of life's way indeed Obstacles are a part of life's way indeed
Happiness at 4 Am Happiness at 4 Am
The fragrance rich red rose ,Shared it's presence with me The fragrance rich red rose ,Shared it's presence with me
Ever wonder, who or "what" watches you when you sleep? Ever wonder, who or "what" watches you when you sleep?
Action is the final stage of thought, for the life of thought ends where the action starts Action is the final stage of thought, for the life of thought ends where the act...
Let me settle in body and mind in strong winds Let me settle in body and mind in strong winds
In forests deep and caverns old, Whispers of legends are retold. In forests deep and caverns old, Whispers of legends are retold.
Either to wipe out tears, tears, or to console the bleeding heart! Either to wipe out tears, tears, or to console the bleeding heart!
A nostalgic poem of reminiscing in the autumn of life, bringing alive old memories. While the aging... A nostalgic poem of reminiscing in the autumn of life, bringing alive old memor...
The poem shows India as a wonderland full of adventures. The poem shows India as a wonderland full of adventures.
In the depths of the shining blue sea The diver dives in search of pearls In the depths of the shining blue sea The diver dives in search of pearls
She'll carry the basket gracefully While she holds it up & high... She'll carry the basket gracefully While she holds it up & high...
Two beatiful, longish poems. Neither with the stereotyped happy ending. One protagonist drowns in a ... Two beatiful, longish poems. Neither with the stereotyped happy ending. One prot...
“Snoozing the alarm for five minutes more”, we grew up. “Snoozing the alarm for five minutes more”, we grew up.
Long ago. I made them like me and the joy finally vanished! Long ago. I made them like me and the joy finally vanished!
A sip here and a sip there, Two glasses down the throat... A sip here and a sip there, Two glasses down the throat...
I was left in the infinity of oblivion.... I was left in the infinity of oblivion....
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