Siddhi Khandagale
Horror Tragedy
Error
Emptiness
Agony
Perhaps
Home
Them
The devil
Never enough
She danced
The King
Instead of thinking about the countless teenagers who face sexual assault and cry into their sleep, ... Instead of thinking about the countless teenagers who face sexual assault and cr...
The weather seems calm, but not for long, Everyone knows the wind eventually blows, The weather seems calm, but not for long, Everyone knows the wind eventually ...
How do you feel now? That I am gone? How do you feel now? That I am gone?
Cabin... Cabin...
A fountain of blood is what the fiend craves. A fountain of blood is what the fiend craves.
Now I see, it was a girl without a face came to kill me... Now I see, it was a girl without a face came to kill me...
COVID-19 is not your average apocalypse. In fact, it's not even an apocalypse; COVID-19 is not your average apocalypse. In fact, it's not even an apocalypse;
The only solution was to uncover her disguise, pretending to be Motherly, The only solution was to uncover her disguise, pretending to be Motherly,
While I am in the room, far away from Neptune, somewhere they can't know for the upcoming years. While I am in the room, far away from Neptune, somewhere they can't know for the...
They ask you to leave free will behind. They ask you to leave free will behind.
Red brick houses lie in wait. Waiting; watching; crouching; Red brick houses lie in wait. Waiting; watching; crouching;
I don't know from where it came, but these things & the things which I saw in my dream looked exactl... I don't know from where it came, but these things & the things which I saw in my...
This poem is about two friends seeing a man who disappeared and then meeting with an accident. This poem is about two friends seeing a man who disappeared and then meeting wit...
It was a journey fulfilling? It was a journey fulfilling?
Lurking within the shadows of grains inside my lingering mind, Lurking within the shadows of grains inside my lingering mind,
The poem describes the dark and horror night. The poem describes the dark and horror night.
The systematic poisoning to my daily life has reached horrendous new heights, The systematic poisoning to my daily life has reached horrendous new heights,
And suddenly, a spark fills you and all seems fair. And suddenly, a spark fills you and all seems fair.
There was an old and decript bunglow, Near the old water tank, There was an old and decript bunglow, Near the old water tank,
I hid in my lonely storeroom And felt something on my side. I hid in my lonely storeroom And felt something on my side.
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