subhashree Acharya
Abstract
Time spent in nature
Is time spent realizing
That you don't know it all
And that you never will
Nature
Father
Mother
A library is not a building, It is a door to places unexplored, A library is not a building, It is a door to places unexplored,
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...
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...
Lovely... Lovely...
The earth begs us to save it... The earth begs us to save it...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
Very nice... Very nice...
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
When you have lost all your goodness, You will regret and long for it once. When you have lost all your goodness, You will regret and long for it once.
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..
The sparkling moon’s shining mellow light, The dizzy bright sun nowhere in sight. The sparkling moon’s shining mellow light, The dizzy bright sun nowhere in si...
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
It’s the money you think, that will make you happy? It’s the money you think, that will make you happy?
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...
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