@Anushka Jaiswal
Romance Inspirational
Make your think's gold,
Whatever you don't look bold,
When you become old,
Then you don't look bold,
The only thing that you bold,
That is only your think's gold.
My Father
My Mind Is Wa...
Life's Colour...
Life stops wh...
Online Studen...
Life goes on
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We will bring...
Live Long
What is life
I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s! I am breathing heavily today, They say, “It’s Valentine’s!
Blue skies, And a desolate place... Blue skies, And a desolate place...
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
I always admire, To peep into his pure heart... I always admire, To peep into his pure heart...
Under the open sky as we both lie, Under the open sky as we both lie,
My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get solace... My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get ...
Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever. Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever.
Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade. Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade.
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could. Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could.
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
I met my life partner, my life was not the same again. I met my life partner, my life was not the same again.
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth. Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth.
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
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