Siva Aravindan
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Wind weeps down the lane,
With the shining stars,
Snowed down on the trees,
What are the secrets,
That lay deep inside,
The young stars glide down,
My window pane,
With the eminent glow,
Spreading rays of light.
The Beast
Kick The Butt
Birthday
Covid warrior...
Diwali
Angel That Sa...
Family as an ...
Wealth And Sa...
Wedding
King And His ...
My pride was killed years ago by you Saying words to the family of ours My pride was killed years ago by you Saying words to the family of ours
Teachers are said to be out second mothers and mothers are also are teachers. Teachers are said to be out second mothers and mothers are also are teachers.
That was all there in her sari's Pallu ..... A mother! That was all there in her sari's Pallu ..... A mother!
Peeping into the screens, that whole day, Peeping into the screens, that whole day,
But Sundays get over as fast as the flick of a pen But Sundays get over as fast as the flick of a pen
Humanity that has been cast aside, let us find.. Humanity that has been cast aside, let us find..
Only the Average is stuck with it. Only the Average is stuck with it.
A peaceful night... A peaceful night...
I see my India as a dream-destination! I see my India as a dream-destination!
Trees are the kindest things I know, They do not harm, they simply grow. Trees are the kindest things I know, They do not harm, they simply grow.
Demise definitely puts a perspective in one’s eyes. Demise definitely puts a perspective in one’s eyes.
I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas and waited not too long to see its meaning f... I brushed a stroke of orange on a clean coral canvas and waited not too long ...
So make more memories before time has perished!! So make more memories before time has perished!!
Implementing imagination to words.. Implementing imagination to words..
There is one more brother whose presence has taught me minute things of life, There is one more brother whose presence has taught me minute things of life,
Sometimes you know a man in real, Once he is lost in the unreal... Sometimes you know a man in real, Once he is lost in the unreal...
My friend, I know a big secret, the man was Black My friend, I know a big secret, the man was Black
Life suddenly has so much room, For feelings of every kind. Life suddenly has so much room, For feelings of every kind.
She struggles to sleep. The blacks of her eyes staring through her eyelids to the white ceiling, She struggles to sleep. The blacks of her eyes staring through her eyelids to t...
We are little sparked.... We are little sparked....
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