Sanjana Sunilkumar
Horror Crime Thriller
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The Power Of ...
Evy
Snowy, The Pu...
Here Comes Ra...
I Am More
Fighting For ...
Many More Blu...
Not Another C...
The Dirty Dru...
The Psycho Si...
Who captured my soul in slumber. Who captured my soul in slumber.
The night's darkness challenges me not to dare and have some fear The night's darkness challenges me not to dare and have some fear
This poem is dedicated to those millions of migrant workers and their travails that pandemic has ren... This poem is dedicated to those millions of migrant workers and their travails t...
The silence of twilight Never seemed so intense. The silence of twilight Never seemed so intense.
The poem describes a haunted home. The poem describes a haunted home.
I have found a grave I have found a grave
Every time I look at the night sky, Every time I look at the night sky,
You would notice the pleasure in their eyes. Now, how could I possibly know all this? You would notice the pleasure in their eyes. Now, how could I possibly know a...
What's the difference between now or later? What's the difference between now or later?
Suddenly, the room falls silent; I grab the handle of the door, And pull it as hard as I can... Suddenly, the room falls silent; I grab the handle of the door, And pull it a...
Gnawed by blizzards, The couple, being newly married, Looked for serene environs... Gnawed by blizzards, The couple, being newly married, Looked for serene enviro...
A mind with fearful names, Presents the imagination of our blames. A mind with fearful names, Presents the imagination of our blames.
Wake me up with kisses. Alarms are of no use. Wake me up with kisses. Alarms are of no use.
Days passed not her persist visit. Not sure why she was behind me with a kid. Days passed not her persist visit. Not sure why she was behind me with a kid.
Solitary in the dark amidst the nerve wrecking memories Solitary in the dark amidst the nerve wrecking memories
Pangs of guilt or drops of fear? Pangs of guilt or drops of fear?
I saw the dead emerge from pot holes and the drains. I saw the dead emerge from pot holes and the drains.
I dwell in the past. As I stare into nothingness From beneath my shut eyelids The ugly form... I dwell in the past. As I stare into nothingness From beneath my shut eyel...
This is a scary poem and describes the beast. This is a scary poem and describes the beast.
The poem shows a lost person in a narrow alley. The poem shows a lost person in a narrow alley.
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