Aishwarya Thakur
Romance
Come baby, take me high...
Fly me places and leave no signs...
I long for that blissfully soothing touch...
My craving for your romance is such...
Idiosyncratic...
The Unworthy ...
Blind Faith
Blame In Love
Random Musing...
Evocative Lon...
The Irony Of ...
Acceptance
Scavenging Vi...
The Fate Of H...
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
For you are my true companion, my dainty spectacles.! For you are my true companion, my dainty spectacles.!
‘Cause I know I will see you again.... ‘Cause I know I will see you again....
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race
His eyes mapped every corner of the town, His eyes mapped every corner of the town,
Please don’t panic our love is immortal. Please don’t panic our love is immortal.
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
Do they have pretty endings? Do they have pretty endings?
My body was the easel where he hung his canvas, My body was the easel where he hung his canvas,
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
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...
Shunning the wrinkles and spots she had was dressed up like someone in the twenties but still, She l... Shunning the wrinkles and spots she had was dressed up like someone in the twent...
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
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship, I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship,
How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while enjoying the thunder. How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while en...
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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