MULA VEERESWARA RAO
Romance Classics Others
She may cover her body with ornaments
She may be decorated with a silk saree
It's only to decorate her body
Not to enhance her self esteem
To the man
Still she is an object of enjoyment!
For her
Freedom is the moon in the mirror!
Teacher
Between you a...
Euthanasia
Beauty Beyond
Night
Still Your So...
On the street...
Visitor
Roaring Rain
Missing
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention. Someday, she won't have to crave for a person's attention.
Love is everywhere… Don’t you think? Love is everywhere… Don’t you think?
Under those shining stars, And that very dark night... Under those shining stars, And that very dark night...
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get solace... My heart beats twice when I see you, Still, my conscience strike my mind to get ...
The heaven lock, Between thee and me... The heaven lock, Between thee and me...
My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds. My thoughts merged with the chirping of birds.
A free verse poem on the impending rain A free verse poem on the impending rain
Love you again, to tell you one day I may. Love you again, to tell you one day I may.
Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dynamic... Rustling leaves, wind playing its own music, Orange dusk, rainbows are way dy...
Together we can..... Many times I ran out of time and... Together we can..... Many times I ran out of time and...
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
Washed away, At a violent sea... Washed away, At a violent sea...
You beautiful song, with finest lyric You beautiful song, with finest lyric
I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship, I promised to myself to turn this obsession into friendship,
The lock, this cruel reality. The lock, this cruel reality.
How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while enjoying the thunder. How very undyingly precious must be the feeling to be in someone's arms while en...
The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires. The sullen walls made Of our coagulated desires.
It is prudent to say, each and every day my heart throve! It is prudent to say, each and every day my heart throve!
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