Anasuya Bardhan
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I poured words
Into my soul
And stirred them
As i seek solace.
They grew
To become verses
That i now often
Sing along.
Perhaps,
I have now learnt
To live with your
Fingerprints on my soul
Same way as rose blooms
Alongside thorns.
Faded Love
Fragrance Or ...
Would Yet Try...
Relationship
Life. Love. W...
Poetry And Li...
Falls Of love
Move On
A Writer's Lo...
Dear Spring!
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...
Such a beautiful gift given by nature.. Such a beautiful gift given by nature..
The earth begs us to save it... The earth begs us to save it...
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
Very nice... Very nice...
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
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...
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...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
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 ...
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...
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road. What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love fo...
Unfortunately, I realized the ocean just dried up... Unfortunately, I realized the ocean just dried up...
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