Divya Bhavsar
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I want a love like poetry,
So little words, yet carrying
So many emotions, so many feelings!
A love that doesn't rhyme,
But remains always mine,
Whose taste remains the same
In my praises in whines!
A Ride....
A Love Like T...
Ripped Apart
Scattered Hai...
Poetry Love
Goodbye Love
Hangover...
Us
Looking At Th...
The Inside Wa...
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.
Befog days nearing, Survive in uncertainty. Befog days nearing, Survive in uncertainty.
Drowned is the heart in the seas of pain, It doesn't want to see me... Drowned is the heart in the seas of pain, It doesn't want to see me...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Nice.... Nice....
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
He doesn't want to dive deep anymore... He doesn't want to dive deep anymore...
She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carried the burden of he... She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carr...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
You read fast only to be in gone a flash, You jump in the story with a guy with a mask. You read fast only to be in gone a flash, You jump in the story with a guy with...
I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode, I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode,
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 ...
Always live with your colour... Always live with your colour...
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
Fragile as a bubble of shroud, Undying as a tale read aloud! Fragile as a bubble of shroud, Undying as a tale read aloud!
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
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