Moukthika Narasimhan
Abstract Children Stories Fantasy
Summer Summer
Is almost here
Time for fun
And swimming gear
Trips to the beach
Are always such funs
Along with baseballs
And games where we run
I can hardly wait,
Let's give a big CHEER!!!
Mind Voice Of...
The Seed's Pr...
Each Moment I...
Freedom Is Ne...
I Love My Nat...
Bonds of Frie...
Summer
WITHOUT WOMEN
Catterpillar
The Rain
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
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How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of course some health advi... The only thing I could give you is my heartfelt words of thankfulness and of cou...
Very nice... Very nice...
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want to be younger... While we are small we say I want to be older, As we get older we say I want t...
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
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eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
Nobody knocks runs in scare As volcano eruption ... Nobody knocks runs in scare As volcano eruption ...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace. The moment my head hits the soft pillow I delve into a world of peace.
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love for the open road. What we had in common - our restlessness, our impassioned spirits, and a love fo...
Now had faded, stripped off light... Now had faded, stripped off light...
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