'Daisy', a beautiful, fearless middle aged wanton had lived her life in a careless way the poem unfolds the tale.She lived in a town where there was always so rush, and shared her room with more handsome young boys to the many old grandfathers. Daisy was caring only about money and led an unsafe life though. The poet used to see her drunk, wandering in the dim-red lights of the streets often, while he had a job at the same time, he collected the memory of the hapless youth.
Tuesday, May 11, 2021
FLYING FROM A WORLD by Nithin Purple
'Flying from a world' is intended to write, in means of an escape, from burdensome Life, One will think about a potent, high life, when all get sour or bitter enough, leaving everything behind. So far as heard, its been a cool start, all together, to get unending happiness flow. In order to achieve such an `eclat, one has to move away.
WHO WANTS A GREY HAIR LIFE By Nithin Purple
'Who Wants A Grey Hair Life' Is a poem written in melancholy, that dragged the forlorn poet into the conscious regions of pain Romance and loneliness.
Saturday, May 8, 2021
YOUR JASMINE CHEEK by Nithin Purple
Wednesday, May 5, 2021
Tuesday, May 4, 2021
Thursday, March 4, 2021
TRAVEL QUOTE
"How ordinarily you travel every day, but in ambition? It needs Liberty to be the spirit, society produces many faces to be unfriendly or cruel, or barely you get kind a welcome, the laughter are plenty to hear, wilderness and mockery, since your journey has an unending passionate smile."
-Nithin Purple
Thursday, February 4, 2021
LIMITED TIME
“Time has me limited to act, as Dreams are snowing to be near the passionate heart; too many thunders do my raining desire."
-Nithin Purple
I PLANTED A VISION
'positively working since its raining, still raining'
"On a delightful day, I planted
a Vision, and it branched, like
a Holy Basil-spread wide in the
swaying mind, basking the
innocent rain,and it grows
unruffled and fertile in me."
-Nithin Purple
Wednesday, February 3, 2021
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