Sunil kumar
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I have never started a poem.
Whose end I knew.
Writing a poem discovering.
Boom Boom
As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen... As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen...
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
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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...
Who is this invisible man?... Who is this invisible man?...
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?
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While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
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?
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
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 ...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
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