My body has become a graveyard of impure deaths.. (Read caption) There is blood all over me my fingers smell like clotted womb. I see through them the mirages of unborn suicides. I rush through them my t

There is blood all over me my fingers smell like clotted womb. I see through them the mirages of unborn suicides. I rush through them my t

My body has become
a graveyard of impure deaths..

(Read caption) There is blood all over me
my fingers smell like clotted womb.
I see through them the mirages
of unborn suicides.
I rush through them my t

Mir Hossain

Life and bliss ©Mir Hossain Nazminara Khatun LIFE AND BLISS That time, I was summoning my bygone days. Of memories sweet and bitter sorts. One after another I wa

Nazminara Khatun LIFE AND BLISS That time, I was summoning my bygone days. Of memories sweet and bitter sorts. One after another I wa

Life and bliss

©Mir Hossain Nazminara Khatun

LIFE AND BLISS

That time, I was summoning my bygone days.
Of memories sweet and bitter sorts.
One after another I wa

Blue Butterfly

: : As she stumbles upon my poetry, I arouse her coercing to sense, crawling deep inside HeR; tickling and teasing with the tip of my opening

As she stumbles upon my poetry, I arouse her coercing to sense, crawling deep inside HeR; tickling and teasing with the tip of my opening

Miss xyz

My first death anniversary. (Read in caption) The pyre of my funeral hasn't stopped burning yet. It has completed 365 days, still it refuses to calm. Relatives have gathered. Some ke

The pyre of my funeral hasn't stopped burning yet. It has completed 365 days, still it refuses to calm. Relatives have gathered. Some ke

My first death anniversary.
(Read in caption) The pyre of my funeral hasn't
stopped burning yet. It has
completed 365 days, still it
refuses to calm.

Relatives have gathered.
Some ke

Shivansh

They ask me to hold the wrecked petiole, what they don't know is I am a wilted leaf... (Caption...)— % & (Read Caption...) I've capsized myself in the quagmire of dreading vulnerabilities, Thou tranquil doesn't seems to serene my chaos. Despit

(Read Caption...) I've capsized myself in the quagmire of dreading vulnerabilities, Thou tranquil doesn't seems to serene my chaos. Despit

They ask me to hold
the wrecked petiole,
what they don't know is
I am a wilted leaf...
(Caption...)— % & (Read Caption...)

I've capsized myself in the quagmire of dreading vulnerabilities, Thou tranquil doesn't seems to serene my chaos. Despit

Aman Verma

*First love* He stepped forward She took a step back It then took him a decade to move further to come back to her. He: I am sorry for being late She: I am getting married now *Too Late* "Too late", this word haunts Anshul till today. He didn't even realize that he had applied so much pressure on the glass he had held in his

"Too late", this word haunts Anshul till today. He didn't even realize that he had applied so much pressure on the glass he had held in his