Author: Shubhanshu Shrivastava
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Embrace
I wrote this some time back. Though the situation is very different now, the feeling was worth writing about. A warm summer’s sweet delight, closer, looking in her eyes, sitting huddled in the sand, beside the tides, earth’s heaving sighs. Passions high, entangled limbs, kisses balmier than a rose’s lips. Sunset, dusk and moonlit…
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Mine?
Oh! How exquisite are the flowers! How enthralling their smell! that wafts with the breeze. How poised is the moon! gleaming above, full with beauty, hooking the heart with such an ease. In the moonlight there stood she, a hand outstretched, lazily, towards me, a wounded battle-scarred young man which shook of terrible aches of…
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Dauntless
When you are happy to sit through, alone among lots of friends, fake. And you don’t feel the need, to depend for depending’s sake. When all your expectations are turned to dust, yet to feel you incurred no loss. It takes no toll to sit with comfort, to ponder upon expectation’s cause. When you are…
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To Bloom — Shubhanshu ‘s
In the darkness, in the night, A flower of feeble might. Stands alone upon a twig, Beneath the moon pearly bright. Yearning for a few drops of rain, To find a flower to stand beside, And stand beside, together Extinguishing both their pain. In the drier days and lonesome nights, when the flower was about […]…
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Beside the Styx
Hey! Hello everyone. I wrote this piece a while back. Upon reading you may find it to be a blend of greek and christian mythology. It just sort of popped into my mind, and believe you me, I made the story as the poem progressed. Enjoy reading! 🙂 I saw it in her eyes again,…
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To Bloom
In the darkness, in the night, A flower of feeble might. Stands alone upon a twig, Beneath the moon pearly bright. Yearning for a few drops of rain, To find a flower to stand beside, And stand beside, together Extinguishing both their pain. In the drier days and lonesome nights, when the flower was about…
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I do not know how to gain more followers, it seems I am just a toddler in this world of blogging. Any suggestions?
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On the sea
What a life it would be, To be just me and the sea. Flailing afloat, drifting about, With the most highest tides, I would joust. In the misty air full of life, Where lay a calm everywhere, With the drenching rains, With the calmest ebb, And the highest tide. Rejoicing in the storms of morn,…
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Published
Published finally. Do check out and give your rating as per your liking from the link given below: http://spillwords.com/dreams-and-thoughts/
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