Sunidhi Bajaj
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An individual,
Intertwines the fingers.
As one convolutes upon another
Fortuitous fortune is clenched,
Betwixt the two fingers.
The person then turns into an itinerant,
Inside the body of yearning and expectation.
PUERILE FISH
Premonition O...
LEAVES WITHOU...
FAR AWAY LAND
NOSTALGIA
INFATUATION
CONFOUNDING N...
MOTHERS GUIDE...
THORNS OF WAB...
EXPECTATIONS
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
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...
Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence. Dread do I that this bud will last, To obscure my presence.
Where's the freedom, where's the life? Where's the freedom, where's the life?
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
The Rainbow is then certain to appear... The Rainbow is then certain to appear...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Very nice... Very nice...
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????
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Motherland.... Motherland....
I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode, I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode,
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 ...
Always live with your colour... Always live with your colour...
fierce lovely water... fierce lovely water...
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
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