Dhairya khatter
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I write what I glance upon
Poverty or some clouds
Some weddings some processions
Or some bodies under shrouds
I get on paper, I pour it out
Like blood of my own
Then heal myself, and again leave;
Lost amongst these crowds.
Glance
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
Wake me o’lover, from this deep incessant slumber, Spread thou fragrance from mimosas you flow un... Wake me o’lover, from this deep incessant slumber, Spread thou fragrance from...
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
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...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Very nice... Very nice...
Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most sophisticated philos... Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most ...
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????
Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri. Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri.
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Nice.. Nice..
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 ...
Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind.. Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind..
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
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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