Sonali Ray
Abstract Romance
Like the summer rains,
Quench the thirst of dry, parched earth,
Your love soothes my soul.
Sands of Time
Puffy Love St...
One World One...
The Longing E...
Dream
The Never-end...
The Silent Sp...
Universe's Da...
Flowers In Th...
That Evening ...
No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image. No longer do I find myself being haunted by an image.
The joy of mutual self-giving.” The joy of mutual self-giving.”
This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction This poem shows Post Trauma Self Destruction
The poem describes life after the mother's death. The poem describes life after the mother's death.
मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है। मजलूमों के वास्ते जहरीले आसूँ रईसों की मुस्कान हुई जाती है।
The poem shows how humans are destructing lives. The poem shows how humans are destructing lives.
But you will be watching me while I make all my moves. But you will be watching me while I make all my moves.
MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman... MY grandmother, like everybody’s grandmother, was an old woman...
Betraying trust is the nee trend Betraying trust is the nee trend
The poem shows all the phases of life. The poem shows all the phases of life.
The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart The poem shows that a few fake smiles and one broken heart
In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with depraving In the modern era, we purchase their labor and transform them into slave with de...
Judged only by the outer cover? Judged only by the outer cover?
But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see. But one fine day, many years later, your daughter too will have an angel to see.
What shall be the ship's fate? What shall be the ship's fate?
The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burden of the pain of ag... The Man who has seen it all, the man who couldn't die.. but has to bear the burd...
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.
Aspiring to achieve is fun Aspiring to achieve is fun