Saumya Singh
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Why do you find my character, in my shadow?
I am the sea, how much depth can you get?
I am calm, I am in my limits
Otherwise* I will get flooded
Gently*.
Wanna Touch T...
It's Me
My Inner Soul...
Forehead furrow cringed... Forehead furrow cringed...
As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen... As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen...
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
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
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Nice.... Nice....
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...
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
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!
Nice... Nice...
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
At times when my eyes are wet, When it’s about time for sun set, At times when my eyes are wet, When it’s about time for sun set,
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 ...
No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion. No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion.
A doctor with a big heart... A doctor with a big heart...
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