Chandrima Ghosh
Romance Tragedy Classics
Crying is how your heart speaks
when your lips can't explain the pain you feel.
If only tears were colourful,
my pillow would be an art piece!
Wounded
The Artist's ...
Courage
Solivagant
Twilight Ferv...
Slow death
Thalassophile
Tears: unsaid...
Adieu
Saudade
When I woke up last morning, When I woke up last morning,
Blue skies, And a desolate place... Blue skies, And a desolate place...
So I re-read our last conversation... So I re-read our last conversation...
A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone.... A Face that glows like the morning sun, Bewitches the sights of everyone....
And the passion of holding me tight in your arms. And the passion of holding me tight in your arms.
I always admire, To peep into his pure heart... I always admire, To peep into his pure heart...
Under the open sky as we both lie, Under the open sky as we both lie,
Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever. Vowing solemnly in the name of eternity always and forever.
Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade. Like the lone spotted dove sheltering behind the lampshade.
A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind A Decaf on my table I try to gather my wandering mind
Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again... Somewhere between the best and the worst We all would unite again...
I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene. I find the intimate sounds both exciting and serene.
Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could. Lived our childhood days as carefree as we could.
I met my life partner, my life was not the same again. I met my life partner, my life was not the same again.
Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love. Take my hand and I will lead you home Back to a pure unspoiled love.
I see the sand flee, run, hurry, I see the sand flee, run, hurry,
Lust is that tag that defines love. Lust is that tag that defines love.
Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth. Some days I feel as if I am his broken piece of earth.
I found her standing over there while speaking less but seeking more I found her standing over there while speaking less but seeking more
As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch As the wind flows swiftly The yellow leaf gently touch
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