Pinky Poddar
Romance Fantasy
I hear you,
Your music beats my heart out.
I flare with fingers,
Your body shrinks
Like a muse.
I repeat my action
To hear your
Lingering music
Once, twice, thrice...
A Family of S...
Wind Chime
7:27 AM
Million Dolla...
Lone Survivor
Lazy Girl
She Holds Her...
Bonita
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
Like a glue to my broken soul.... Like a glue to my broken soul....
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
I muse on your gait ... I muse on your gait ...
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
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
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
When they cuddle each other... When they cuddle each other...
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...
Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are slain by love? Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are sla...
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
I chose you, amidst all happiness, I chose you, amidst all happiness,
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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