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...
To touch a broken lute, To strike a jangled string, To touch a broken lute, To strike a jangled string,
The sadness on faces like you do. No, no, you touch the soul. The sadness on faces like you do. No, no, you touch the soul.
A robotic day goes setting out again A robotic day goes setting out again
Hear the musical rhymes of a broken leaf falling after storm Hear the musical rhymes of a broken leaf falling after storm
hopeless romantic feelings... hopeless romantic feelings...
Holds you when you are shaken; Mends you when you are broken. Holds you when you are shaken; Mends you when you are broken.
Such a nice poem to read... Such a nice poem to read...
Why was my soul put through A million sieves? Just because I was Eve? Why was my soul put through A million sieves? Just because I was Eve?
Wake me to a new day, a new Life To newness of a hope newly wedded bird Wake me to a new day, a new Life To newness of a hope newly wedded bird
In me, thou see'st the glowing of such fire, In me, thou see'st the glowing of such fire,
The caravan of men now chasing him like red ants The caravan of men now chasing him like red ants
The tears of Radharani became rivers of agony. The tears of Radharani became rivers of agony.
They'll judge on their own... They'll judge on their own...
In the morning I cast my net into the sea. In the morning I cast my net into the sea.
Relishing the cuddles of winter... Relishing the cuddles of winter...
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,
As every treasure of yours Hide inside me.... As every treasure of yours Hide inside me....
Among the ruins of old forts and palaces , Among the ruins of old forts and palaces ,
Gratitude is what I feel, to be one of those few, Gratitude is what I feel, to be one of those few,
Everything is messed up and gross.. Everything is messed up and gross..
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