brindha gopal
Abstract
Oh dear
Love is feverish
Not that it makes you feel cold
It creates an unknown havoc
Love the feeling and live life.
Love Is Fever...
Little One
Learning Less...
Shine Like A ...
Attitude Show...
As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen... As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen...
I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder... I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder...
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...
Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside... Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside...
Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights... Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights...
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Very nice... Very nice...
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
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...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity.. Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity..
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
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 ...
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
It’s the money you think, that will make you happy? It’s the money you think, that will make you happy?
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