The drops iridescent
on parched lips…
Memories lovingly lent
on solitary trips…
Rays radiant sent
with mischievous tricks…
Your signs what they meant?
Bitter truth drowned in sips…
It’s the criticism and the comments that keep a poet alive, so please oblige me with your opinion. All reviews positive/negative appreciated. Thanking you in anticipation of your valuable critique.
Nature needs Nurture
Music Takes You on Journeys
Phenomenology excites me.
VICEDOMINI OF THE WUP New Name, New Location! Welcome to our poetry corner, The Poets’ Corner NEW SITE! The name has been changed to (our) because it belongs to all of us who post! Sincerely hope you find the change easy and exciting to be here! Please feel free to post and comment your thoughts so we all can enjoy!
Random Observations of life
Discovering the Gift
My life's journal
the Story within the Story
The Procrastinator's Prerogative 
Sahil, as always wonderful. You make me want to write :p
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Poetic 🙂
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Omg what happened? That was initial reaction. But then it wouldn’t be poetry huh?
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A sense of anguish and disappointment pervades this work, Sahil, but that’s just me.. others may see it differently.
Always with my best
john
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