Ashka Surve
Drama
Story of struggle
Like permanent ink,
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Next To You
Poor Mind
Colours Of Li...
My Story
Mumma
Love
Dream
I am gonna love Hyderabad I am gonna love Hyderabad
Jealous comments, Triggering statements, Jealous comments, Triggering statements,
Truth hurts and makes them stronger Truth hurts and makes them stronger
My instincts were true... My instincts were true...
Decades after, He is trying to walk, Decades after, He is trying to walk,
Stuck in between the circle of life, Walking our on a two edged knife. Stuck in between the circle of life, Walking our on a two edged knife.
Yes! Yes I failed Failed to stay sober Yes! Yes I failed Failed to stay sober
Running towards the water, Teasing ourselves with tides, Running towards the water, Teasing ourselves with tides,
That's what siblings are for. That's what siblings are for.
I am now in peace, away from all the darkness of the living hell I am now in peace, away from all the darkness of the living hell
She loved him more than love could be ever defined She loved him more than love could be ever defined
Mountain climbing is a brave hobby And a long upward journey Mountain climbing is a brave hobby And a long upward journey
In the rain, I'm happily enjoying... In the rain, I'm happily enjoying...
Take advantage of what's available to you Take advantage of what's available to you
I forget, I was born with magic, such a tragic... Now got those eyes fixed on you... I forget, I was born with magic, such a tragic... Now got those eyes fixed on...
I don't know when I'm gonna be respected I don't know when I'm gonna be respected
Every bread-winner is indeed a superman Every bread-winner is indeed a superman
Flyovers, once opened, had a poetic effect themselves, made other poems Flyovers, once opened, had a poetic effect themselves, made other poems
There is so much to the ling in the language. There is so much to the ling in the language.
We trapeze between life and death, The net below our grave, We trapeze between life and death, The net below our grave,