Shampa Saha
Abstract Classics Inspirational
Drops of tears
Never make sounds
But all runs to
Reach the ground.
Little emotions
Anger and love
That makes you cry or
Loudly laugh.
All are the expressions of
Hidden emotions
That can draw the heart
Without pens.
Let Me
Drawing Witho...
Choice Is You...
The Warning
The Pioneer
Powerful Nati...
Own Dreams
The Essence O...
The Brighter ...
Paradigm Shif...
When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn' Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn'
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder... I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder...
nice.. nice..
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...
Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside... Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside...
Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights... Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights...
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
Very nice... Very nice...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity.. Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity..
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
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 ...
It’s the money you think, that will make you happy? It’s the money you think, that will make you happy?
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