Bharathh Pothuraju
Romance
Deep depths of despair
Burnt through the
Roads of my heart.
Why the glee
Wait for the autumn
Turn a disdained eye
Yet, I breathe in
Dark solace for
The shower of you.
Juggle
Cold
Groove
Dark
Despair
On The Wall
You
You.
Her
Eternal
Blue skies, And a desolate place... Blue skies, And a desolate place...
A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone.... A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone....
Silence is the best sound that only to nurture... Silence is the best sound that only to nurture...
I always admire, To peep into his pure heart... I always admire, To peep into his pure heart...
Under the open sky as we both lie, Under the open sky as we both lie,
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever. Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever.
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade. Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade.
A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind
Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could. Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could.
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
I met my life partner, my life was not the same again. I met my life partner, my life was not the same again.
Bees hovering around the lovely flowers... Bees hovering around the lovely flowers...
Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are slain by love? Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are sla...
Blindness is an unfortunate handicap but true vision does not require the eyes. Blindness is an unfortunate handicap but true vision does not require the eyes.
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
Lust is that tag that defines love. Lust is that tag that defines love.
Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth. Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth.
As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch
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