Shrutee Praharaj
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Feeling the Monday Blues
And thinking about you
I wonder if those stories were true
That a Sunday is your
Hard work finally bearing
A sweet fruit.
Sundays
A Bright Gree...
My Dear Dimpy
Getting Lost
Brother
Shri Tungtung...
As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen... As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen...
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder... I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder...
Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside... Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside...
Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights... Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights...
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...
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
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...
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...
Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity.. Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity..
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.
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
It’s the money you think, that will make you happy? It’s the money you think, that will make you happy?
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...
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