Tanisha Sethi
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Burger and fries
cookies and milk
Stars and the skies
satin and silk
Birds and the trees
Apple and pie
Flowers and bees
You and I
Successful no...
The Key To Su...
The Fury Of R...
The Sun And H...
The Owl And T...
Night Journey
Cuttings
In A Dark Tim...
The Survivor
I Knew A Woma...
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
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...
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...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
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????
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 ...
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
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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