Raju Ganapathy
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The ironies of life
Brought forth many creases
Which I pressed forward to erase them,
When the power went.
Empowered that I was
Used the will power
And forged ahead
So that the creases got decreased
And pressed.
Tramsfornatio...
Insaniyat to ...
New Year Reso...
Galloping Min...
Leadership an...
Words Lift Me
Last Straw
Genuflexion
Anagramic Poe...
Unusual Morni...
nice.. nice..
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
O, Humans!! The Greatest creation of God. O, Humans!! The Greatest creation of God.
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
My grandfather once said; Those were the days, not to forget!! My grandfather once said; Those were the days, not to forget!!
Very nice... Very nice...
Then why don't we ever talk about men empowerment? Then why don't we ever talk about men empowerment?
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
Yes, I am proud and lucky to be a girl. Yes, I am proud and lucky to be a girl.
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
Tears have turned into rage, No need of emotional bandage... Tears have turned into rage, No need of emotional bandage...
Time is the best indicator of who your friends really are. Time is the best indicator of who your friends really are.
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
Fighting with our own selves, quarentinement is the only solution, to fight back. Fighting with our own selves, quarentinement is the only solution, to fight back...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
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