Jyoti deepak Suryawanshi
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Love's sea
Pampering me
Cold wind
Hide behind
Silent eyes
Smiling face
Love's boy's
Also girls.
Looking beautiful
But heart likes butter
Very wonderful
My mother
My lovely mother.
Warriors
Powerful
School
Migration
Black ink
Korona
Super Mom
Mother
Trees
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...
nice.. nice..
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...
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
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...
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
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,...
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
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..
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
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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