Ritika Kumari
Romance Fantasy
You hold my hands
Or
Show me your feets
Because Nomore I can hold this dilemma in my heart
You and I are still apart
Either you come
Show me the path.
I Saw A Bird
Inner Voice
I Leave It To...
Where Death K...
Secret Langua...
You Hold My H...
The One Above...
Yes! Darling
When Heart Is...
If you fall i...
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
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?
‘Cause I know I will see you again.... ‘Cause I know I will see you again....
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
His eyes mapped every corner of the town, His eyes mapped every corner of the town,
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
I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene. I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene.
My body was the easel where he hung his canvas, My body was the easel where he hung his canvas,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
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...
Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love. Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love.
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 strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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