supriya singhThere is something deep Crushing the marrow inside my bone And ripping off the my tongue too hard…Apr 8, 2017Apr 8, 2017
supriya singhI went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of…Dead Poets SocietyApr 8, 2017Apr 8, 2017
supriya singhThe longing I suffer To quench the thirst of my lips, The vermilion hue of my cracks Beneath the…I shall surpass the pain, Yours beloved mud, Waiting for my RAIN.Apr 5, 2017Apr 5, 2017
supriya singhThe sound of typewriter is so intimating it just conjures something deep hidden, at least for me.Apr 3, 2017Apr 3, 2017