Richa Choudhary
Abstract Classics Children
Chocolate,
Dark and Delicious.
Could eat it,
Every moment.
It could make you happy,
So, For what you are waiting for,
Grab one eat it,
Whenever you want it.
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They Say
Her
You are alway...
Unique Histor...
The Fun We Ha...
Covid Warrior
What Had It B...
Don't Ignore
Families Chan...
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
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...
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
Who is this invisible man?... Who is this invisible man?...
Lovely... Lovely...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
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?
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
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.
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