Reena Saxena
Abstract
Reeling under
Cascading impact
Of a heartbreak
Generations of emotion
Struggle to find a slot,
Get labeled
But they know not
Where they came from
And what is their name
The Pink Clou...
Facing The Un...
Fear
Peer Pressure
Die Empty
Anxiety
Woman, you're...
Prompt 22 - R...
Common Storie...
Rise Up To Th...
As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen... As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen...
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
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...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
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?
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!
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.
Hold on to your faith... Hold on to your faith...
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...
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