Ananya Katiyar
Fantasy Others Children
Hermione Granger, Who has a busy routine,
A lot of times in the library she has been.
She is a brave muggle,
To understand her is just like a puzzle.
She hates Draco, as he is Slytherin.
Mad at 2020
Hermione Gran...
Ron Weasley
Harry Potter
STORY MIRROR
Summer With A...
Jammu And Kas...
Exploring Ind...
Nil
Ticket To Lif...
Wondering who will ever care! Wondering who will ever care!
Most people dream of fancy cars Or private jets, high paying jobs Most people dream of fancy cars Or private jets, high paying jobs
Sometimes, I have to take a pause and Walk down the alleys from where everything start Sometimes, I have to take a pause and Walk down the alleys from where everyth...
I am the only guest in the room. I lost the key to the door long ago. I am the only guest in the room. I lost the key to the door long ago.
Reach your arms out To catch fleeting dreams Reach your arms out To catch fleeting dreams
I write not to impress, But to suppress. I write not to impress, But to suppress.
We humans have been wanting to live in a perfect world, it being the biggest insecurity too. But why... We humans have been wanting to live in a perfect world, it being the biggest ins...
She stood on the bridge In silence and fear She stood on the bridge In silence and fear
The fear I had when everything seems to work against me The fear I had when everything seems to work against me
Seeing him smile, My stars would align. Seeing him smile, My stars would align.
It’s just you me and your wish, Said the blue light that crept in from the wall. It’s just you me and your wish, Said the blue light that crept in from the wa...
I remember the time long ago, When as a child, I remember the time long ago, When as a child,
Why is the loneliness so sorrowful tonight How painful that Moon did not come out tonight! Why is the loneliness so sorrowful tonight How painful that Moon did not come...
Your presence smells like the first fragrance of petrichor, Your presence smells like the first fragrance of petrichor,
Hastily you do flee Those dark eyes Hastily you do flee Those dark eyes
Resurrecting from the cinders of death; the phoenix hues the sky, Resurrecting from the cinders of death; the phoenix hues the sky,
The river that passes by her village, I quenched my thirst in that stream The river that passes by her village, I quenched my thirst in that stream
Red soils cling to her ebony feet, The crimson blossoms in her raven hair, Red soils cling to her ebony feet, The crimson blossoms in her raven hair,
Writing to me is more than picking up a pen and scribbling down words. Writing is magical, something... Writing to me is more than picking up a pen and scribbling down words. Writing i...
There will be people who give you flowers, There will be people who give you flowers,
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