Author: Pranjulaa Singh
We Sat Upon Our Porch
Poem We sat upon our empty porch Midnight Singing through the dreary day Gone away, light a light, We tried to walk away. Our sorrows loomed across the room Our figures were too gay Our deeds haunted us to gloom...
The Dreamers
Poem Artists are dreamers anyways They were born to dream Artists are creators anyways They will leave their mark in each and every way Give them a word, and they will turn it...
Perpetual Agony
Poem Dragging through perpetual agony I crave for that familiar feel Surfing through the layers I dip into the marsh mellow cake Sparkling in the depths Are those ever expressive eyes I plunge...
Mirror and Reflection
Poem Mirror and reflection of the good and the bad In this world, which is so falsely clad. What you see, and what you hear, might not be the truth in the rear....
A Corner In Me
Poem About Life Swirling through the streams of my blood, there was a deep voice that struck. Numbered breaths of smoke and lust, Numbered breaths of fresh, green crust. Numbered things under money’s...
