Astha Tiwari
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The night thunder as storm
Wind grumble on the sun
Tickle the sand
Count the veins
Countered the truth
The stars sang
Call of nature
To the black eyes
Of smiling gal.
This Isn't Me
I'm waiting
The Hell
Silent Wind
Halfway
Night Is Talk...
Wall around
Wave vogue
Between the S...
Teachers are said to be out second mothers and mothers are also are teachers. Teachers are said to be out second mothers and mothers are also are teachers.
I still remain alive, Breathing in millions !!.. I still remain alive, Breathing in millions !!..
Diving into the forbidden... Diving into the forbidden...
Humanity that has been cast aside, let us find.. Humanity that has been cast aside, let us find..
She is the only girl I could never forget.... She is the only girl I could never forget....
The companion of my loneliness when you're gone... The companion of my loneliness when you're gone...
Goodbye,to the year that kept us alive.... Goodbye,to the year that kept us alive....
It's time for bed... It's time for bed...
.. i.... tremble and fall.. .. i.... tremble and fall..
I see my India as a dream-destination! I see my India as a dream-destination!
Christmas is here, spread love and forget all fear.... Christmas is here, spread love and forget all fear....
Trees are the kindest things I know, They do not harm, they simply grow. Trees are the kindest things I know, They do not harm, they simply grow.
Demise definitely puts a perspective in one’s eyes. Demise definitely puts a perspective in one’s eyes.
I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas and waited not too long to see its meaning f... I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas and waited not too long ...
So make more memories before time has perished!! So make more memories before time has perished!!
Implementing imagination to words.. Implementing imagination to words..
Very delightful poem! Very delightful poem!
There is one more brother whose presence has taught me minute things of life, There is one more brother whose presence has taught me minute things of life,
She struggles to sleep. The blacks of her eyes staring through her eyelids to the white ceiling, She struggles to sleep. The blacks of her eyes staring through her eyelids to t...
There is no concept of individualized space and boundaries in a woman's life There is no concept of individualized space and boundaries in a woman's life
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