Richa jain
Abstract
Hello dear
How are you?
What are you doing now a days?
It's really been a long time to talk to you.
Mind Split
Eyes
Good Bye
Mine
Seedlings
Quest
Rain
The Day
Unshaped
You
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have One wraith ceased its... He tore his matted hair from his scalp Cursing the life he never got to have O...
And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes by, I wave the wor... And the crooning of the morning cock. As the last stroke of the dawn passes b...
Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter Your engraved barks and vacant nest nothing will matter
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, I just drink, drink,... I let my pain rot like a grape, And make alchohol of my ink, And then, ...
As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if it’s just to let it ... As any poet I spout forth Enough hot air To raise the balloon, Even if ...
Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden Just my honest thoughts in my Orange Garden
Father, please forgive your younger son. It is not the mother's fault, show mercy, on us. ... Father, please forgive your younger son. It is not the mother's fault, show m...
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
“I don’t have a home to go back to, I don’t know where I want to go. Perhaps; I just like going.” “I don’t have a home to go back to, I don’t know where I want to go. Perhaps; ...
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
We can not discover the mystery of nature. We can not discover the mystery of nature.
The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an angel that was sent. ... The moon that I look at, high and complacent, dwelling in silence like an ang...
And chirping of birds, And fountains of water And chirping of birds, And fountains of water
The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed; The masks of the skulls needn’t be exposed; it may be you, face decomposed;
I thought of the old times when I was here. I thought of the old times when I was here.
Come now you are after all The guillotine of seasons, This is your destiny I beg thee do yo... Come now you are after all The guillotine of seasons, This is your destiny...
Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that it could be hiding bo... Ever felt an uncanny silence while travelling in a desert ? Ever wondered that i...
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun