Rishika Singh
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I'll see you when I see you
I'll still love you when I do
But for now
Goodbye to you
Goodbye to
All the things
I keep holding on to
Hope~R.S
SOCIETY ~R.S
Bookshelf ~R....
Darkness ~R.S
Pain
Here I Stand
Goodbye
The World Aro...
The Era
When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn' Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn'
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...
Two girls who knew how to live in the moment Two girls who knew how to live in the moment
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
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...
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...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
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...
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
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 ...
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
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 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.
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
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