@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 makes you bold,
That is only your think's gold.
My Father
My Mind Is Wa...
Life's Colour...
Life stops wh...
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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...
Silence is the best sound that only to nurture... Silence is the best sound that only to nurture...
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 ...
Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race Oh, how love warms the heart Everyone's in the race
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...
A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind
Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again... Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again...
Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could. Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could.
I met my life partner, my life was not the same again. I met my life partner, my life was not the same again.
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...
Lust is that tag that defines love. Lust is that tag that defines love.
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.
Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded. Words scribbled out on Pages eft folded.
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