Kshitij Thakkar
Fantasy
Sparkling lights
And so are faces
With gifts in hand
And gestures in heart
The time feels fresh
And just go with the vibe
For this will not return again
Before a 365-day rollercoaster ride.
The Orifice I...
Love In Metro
Skew Lines
Sparkling Lig...
In The Heaven...
A Feeling
Me And Moon
When It Rains
Monsoon
Dancing In Th...
My poetry was for my love for love.... My poetry was for my love for love....
Words for him danced on my lips, and thoughts were scattered around Words for him danced on my lips, and thoughts were scattered around
I have heard of a place that's not on maps; I have heard of a place that's not on maps;
Behind the mountains, is where the goddess lies, Where she grant... Behind the mountains, is where the goddess lies, ...
God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December. God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December.
I lay on my old creaky rocking chair, I lay on my old creaky rocking chair,
I was busy in my life, Working like a machine day and night. I was busy in my life, Working like a machine day and night.
O Yudhiṣṭhira, the Wise! Prepare thou for death, for thus shalt thou O Yudhiṣṭhira, the Wise! Prepare thou for death, for thus shalt thou
The sky looked like a blanket spread, With millions of dots painted in the thread. The sky looked like a blanket spread, With millions of dots painted in the th...
We don't blindly follow to respect others, Respect begets respect is what matters. We don't blindly follow to respect others, Respect begets respect is what mat...
I woke up today, in the world of my own, I woke up today, in the world of my own,
A little here and a little there, I left piece of my heart everywhere I walked, A little here and a little there, I left piece of my heart everywhere I walke...
Just a sweet Miss like you.... Just a sweet Miss like you....
I am that girl... I am that girl...
They will fight each other to death They will fight each other to death
The minstrel may sing about our story waxing poetical, illogical, unreal The minstrel may sing about our story waxing poetical, illogical, unreal
Unsolved, yet to be simplified... Unsolved, yet to be simplified...
Each cell of Melancholy alive! Each cell of Melancholy alive!
I sit here on my comfy bed, lights out, just the sunlight of early twilight through my window. I sit here on my comfy bed, lights out, just the sunlight of early twilight thro...
Every wise man is not old.... Every wise man is not old....
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