Shivansh Gautam
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Heavy with those unforgettable memories of yours
Every day haunting me to get you back
An agonizing pain running through my veins
Resurrcting our past can we?
Thy mind shall know it as thou hast my heart played
The Message B...
All my life
Last evening
20th Septembe...
Wrong
That's All We...
Scar
Darkness
HEART
Broken But Be...
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
However, respecting women is my top priority which is impossible to subside! However, respecting women is my top priority which is impossible to subside!
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
Silence is the best sound that only to nurture... Silence is the best sound that only to nurture...
Someone's always going to judge; someone will always start the useless banter. Someone's always going to judge; someone will always start the useless banter.
I will be your Tom, Will you be my Jerry... I will be your Tom, Will you be my Jerry...
My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get solace... My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get ...
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
When I am unable to bleed... I cry, When I am unable to cry ... I write... When I am unable to bleed... I cry, When I am unable to cry ... I write...
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
The beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, To see beauty in each is a talent... The beauty lies in the eye of the beholder, To see beauty in each is a talent...
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are slain by love? Is there a book of rules, Granting the gift of poetry to only those who are sla...
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
You walk in the room and say that you love me... You walk in the room and say that you love me...
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