Swetaleena Mahana
Abstract
Roads diverge in their own ways
With followers in huge amount
And blind followers
Getting lost in the crowd
But the one taking
The road less travelled by
Makes the difference
Giving him uniqueness...
The Superlati...
Groupism
My First Doct...
My Mental Str...
When A River ...
The A of an A...
Bon Voyage
Trapped
My Dear Agron...
Ripples of my...
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence. Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence.
Where's the freedom, where's the life? Where's the freedom, where's the life?
Tis isn't often that I forget, The tons of load to do and set Tis isn't often that I forget, The tons of load to do and set
The Rainbow is then certain to appear... The Rainbow is then certain to appear...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most sophisticated philos... Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most ...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Nice Nice
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri. Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri.
She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carried the burden of he... She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carr...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Motherland.... Motherland....
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
fierce lovely water... fierce lovely water...
she is the jack of all the trades. she is the jack of all the trades.
When mystery pervades life cloaks path with obscurity When mystery pervades life cloaks path with obscurity
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