V. Aaradhyaa
Tragedy Classics Fantasy
Ever since I stepped out of the house,
I have to bear my own expenses and my tired step has not got rest.
Surely earning a living is not easy,
It is now understood that life is not that easy.
Monsoon's Whi...
Its Not Fair
Rain drops
Booming Cloud...
She Is More T...
love 💕
Being Love
It's Ruled By...
Stay Connecte...
Home Profound
My sweet child It's your time, My sweet child It's your time,
In those dawning early hours I came with a bunch of flowers In those dawning early hours I came with a bunch of flowers
No lunch time queries Or late evening phone calls. “When are you coming?” No lunch time queries Or late evening phone calls. “When are you coming?”
I only have your face in my mind. It hurts me every time I remember. I only have your face in my mind. It hurts me every time I remember.
With an ultimate heavenly feeling of relation. With an ultimate heavenly feeling of relation.
Enrobe my life with that of my dreams Where fortune, romance, and life; Enrobe my life with that of my dreams Where fortune, romance, and life;
The tears streamed down my face As I bid you goodbye The tears streamed down my face As I bid you goodbye
Creepy thoughts and creepy plots Darken the night and darken the thoughts. Creepy thoughts and creepy plots Darken the night and darken the thoughts.
Deprived, depressed, Perplexed and confused, The shrinking heart keeps shrinking more, Deprived, depressed, Perplexed and confused, The shrinking heart keeps shrinki...
Trapped in the illusions of the world Trapped in the illusions of the world
But he doesn't want love, he is just a guy But he doesn't want love, he is just a guy
Enmity is not the only solution Nuclear War will cause only destruction Enmity is not the only solution Nuclear War will cause only destruction
I dare not to tread upon your happiness As you have treaded upon mine I dare not to tread upon your happiness As you have treaded upon mine
Memory is a slow poison for those who wish to leave behind. Memory is a slow poison for those who wish to leave behind.
Why am I struck, With this box full of memories? Why am I struck, With this box full of memories?
The layered sky is painted in washed out tones of a fading day. The layered sky is painted in washed out tones of a fading day.
Mother, tell me Who is the real God? Mother, tell me Who is the real God?
But I was wrong. So here we are now. . . But I was wrong. So here we are now. . .
Yet I knew well, where you’d be. Who’s the one with whom you’d be, Yet I knew well, where you’d be. Who’s the one with whom you’d be,
But one day she left me forever… But one day she left me forever…
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