Subhashini Nethaji Mariappan
Romance
It is not rain without storm
It is not growth without pain
It is not winter without snow
It is not tree without seed
It is not anything without something
And, as you know
It is not love without accident
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It is not
Fear
To Love is Br...
What to do?
After I Die
LET ME WORSHI...
Love
To Love; Is T...
Souvenir
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
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?
So I re-read our last conversation... So I re-read our last conversation...
A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone.... A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone....
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race
Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine.. Give a visit to my garden sometime, On a bright Sunday's sunshine..
The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor The gloomy nights of autumn Stretches, impeccable languor
In our fights, Found a strange beginning... In our fights, Found a strange beginning...
A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey A cup sits upon a wooden table top Filled with whiskey
I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene. I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene.
The din of the party so vibrantly loud, The din of the party so vibrantly loud,
Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love. Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love.
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...
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night... Should I compare you with the moon, Of a beautiful autumn night...
Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded. Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded.
As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch
Wish you were there dear!... Wish you were there dear!...
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