Syamala Gangula
Romance
Isn't it a wonder dear..!
For a little comforting cheer
And the distance to disappear,
All I have to do is close my eyes here.
Language Of Y...
Conversation ...
Discover My R...
Waves Of Hope
Disappearing ...
Love Theme
Our Time And ...
Love Battle
Sense of Sond...
Unbidden Thou...
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
However, respecting women is my top priority which is impossible to subside! However, respecting women is my top priority which is impossible to subside!
Someone's always going to judge; someone will always start the useless banter. Someone's always going to judge; someone will always start the useless banter.
I will be your Tom, Will you be my Jerry... I will be your Tom, Will you be my Jerry...
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..
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
When I am unable to bleed... I cry, When I am unable to cry ... I write... When I am unable to bleed... I cry, When I am unable to cry ... I write...
My body was the easel where he hung his canvas, My body was the easel where he hung his canvas,
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
The beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, To see beauty in each is a talent... The beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, To see beauty in each is a talent...
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game You strained a broken toy A soaking void Absorbed in evil's game
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
You walk in the room and say that you love me... You walk in the room and say that you love me...
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