Dheeksheeth Kumar
Tragedy
We feel the drops of isolation,
Can’t confess to humans, craving salvation.
It’s a curse we can't erase,
Fear and menace in our face,
Yet we live, seeking some compassion.
Dheeksheeth
July showers
Devotional Pa...
Last Evening ...
Autumnal Flor...
Drunk idiot(L...
Grave of Love...
Fading leaves...
Blind devotio...
Unlit Candles...
After the Rai...
Who am I? The one strangled in the illusion of her dreams... Who am I? The one strangled in the illusion of her dreams...
My sticky fingers dangling with honey My sticky fingers dangling with honey
A pink crescent moon, A pink crescent moon,
I was encompassed by silence, loneliness, and calmness I was encompassed by silence, loneliness, and calmness
It was dawn, full of dew, Fast and furious, the tornado rushed. It was dawn, full of dew, Fast and furious, the tornado rushed.
She was guilty for a bite. She was guilty for a bite.
A mother, a sister, a daughter, friend or wife... A mother, a sister, a daughter, friend or wife...
I might be the king, the king of the hearts, The charming hero in your life's pack of cards. I might be the king, the king of the hearts, The charming hero in your life's ...
She cut her wrists and stepped on broken glass and smiled while doing it too. She cut her wrists and stepped on broken glass and smiled while doing it too.
Dear Kashmir, the daughters of India share the same fate as you. Dear Kashmir, the daughters of India share the same fate as you.
Lying motionless on the hospital bed her alluring eyes gleamed Lying motionless on the hospital bed her alluring eyes gleamed
My mother says a virus is here to stay, To remain indoors is the only way.. My mother says a virus is here to stay, To remain indoors is the only way..
Heartbreaks are just like outbreaks, One left with only scars and cracks... Heartbreaks are just like outbreaks, One left with only scars and cracks...
The grief which can't be expressed in words is pain. The grief which can't be expressed in words is pain.
Her skin abandons It's innocence Her skin abandons It's innocence
Some untold stories, And those firm intents.. Some untold stories, And those firm intents..
My pretty face may have hid my rotted soul; I wish myself My pretty face may have hid my rotted soul; I wish myself
Seriously, an actor can paint Seriously, an actor can paint
My widened eyes spoke volumes about my excitement, I never want them to suffer in any sort of a p... My widened eyes spoke volumes about my excitement, I never want them to suffe...
Yes, who are we? Yes, who are we?
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