Maitri Indrasen Singh
Abstract
If being passionate leads to obsession,
Why mind it?
Expose that smile with the pearly whites,
Let the others grind it.
Raging sea in...
Caring For Yo...
Brand New Me
I Had A Visio...
Fathers- our ...
Escape the Mi...
A Bilief to O...
From Sapling ...
Unchain Them ...
Bridge The Ga...
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
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...
Emerging from the comfortable darkness, To a fraying, fluttering light outside, Emerging from the comfortable darkness, To a fraying, fluttering light outsid...
Such a beautiful gift given by nature.. Such a beautiful gift given by nature..
Who is this invisible man?... Who is this invisible man?...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
The earth begs us to save it... The earth begs us to save it...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of every night. Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of eve...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home? And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home?
“The bell above started to chime” “The bell above started to chime”
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
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 ...
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road. What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love fo...
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