Rishita Prabhu
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The Sun is rising
It's in sight,
I can see its beautiful light..
Waking up and seeing the light
Our hopes are up,
And energy ignite...
I give you all a peaceful beginning
I hope you all have
A Happy and Good Morning...
Wonderful Sci...
Oreo Mug Cake
Navratri
Thank You Gan...
Nature, Our S...
What a Teache...
Good Morning
Raksha Bandha...
All About Lif...
We Together
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder... I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder...
Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside... Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside...
Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights... Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights...
Lovely... Lovely...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
Very nice... Very nice...
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
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...
Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity.. Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity..
Nice... Nice...
No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion. No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion.
A doctor with a big heart... A doctor with a big heart...
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...
It’s the money you think, that will make you happy? It’s the money you think, that will make you happy?
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