Keerthi Iyer
Abstract
The flickering flames of rage
Vanquished deep into the burning zilch
Offering radiance
Resonating the rising sun
For a better morrow
Self Actualiz...
Flowing Ocean...
Unseen Tears
Broken Glass
Destiny's Par...
Revelation
Depth
Silent Parody
Limbo
Flames
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
nice.. nice..
Who is this invisible man?... Who is this invisible man?...
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...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of every night. Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of eve...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home? And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home?
He doesn't want to dive deep anymore... He doesn't want to dive deep anymore...
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...
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
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,
Always live with your colour... Always live with your colour...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
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.
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
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