Passion: A poem by Bhargavi Ravindra
The day with all its thrills and spills folds itself to bid adieu Through the window, I see Sun rays spreading its aura for one...
The day with all its thrills and spills folds itself to bid adieu Through the window, I see Sun rays spreading its aura for one...
Long has mankind abused precious mother natureWe have shown disregard to God’s unparalleled creationHer body has brutally been ravaged for selfish desiresIn exploiting her we...
I cried.. For the first time when they touched my teeny-weeny body and deposited me on your bosom.. I rejoiced.. When for the first time,...
Life doesn’t always follow a pattern we weave In no way, it is obligated to fulfilling our dreams Life is never a smooth sailing as...
Am I the only one; Who notices insincerity? Or Am I the only one; Who sees no clarity? Those little lies that you tell me,...
As it appears on its face value Manipulation seems so much bad As if it is an act of the crooked mind Without analysis, we...
Manipulation is the game Which is played by deceiversSometimes by diplomats tooManipulators consider themselves to be very smartBut they don’t understandTo whom they are manipulatingThey too...
From a young age, he manipulated his parentsBeing naturally intelligent with an affecting smileHe often skipped school to gamble with idle kidsCheated at exams, passed,...
You know you are in love when Tiny fists curl around your fingers You know you are in love when On your baby’s face, a...
My cheeks turning crimson red like a flame At the mere mention of your name My heart taking a marathon run at the sight of...
I never felt your absence nor doubted it For, if you’re absent, then I am absent from myself When my eyes yearn to see you,...
When the red canopies of gold mohur Eclipse the blue sky in summer You know you are in love. When the green carpets cover the...