Sanjana Sunilkumar
Abstract Action Inspirational
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The Power Of ...
Evy
Snowy, The Pu...
Here comes Ra...
I am more
Fighting For ...
Many more blu...
Not another C...
The dirty dru...
The psycho si...
When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
Forehead furrow cringed... Forehead furrow cringed...
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...
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?
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
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.
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
Nice.... Nice....
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...
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carried the burden of he... She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carr...
Motherland.... Motherland....
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
fierce lovely water... fierce lovely water...
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road. What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love fo...
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