Soumya Sheth
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The vault of heaven,
Blissful and pleasant,
Deep minds,
Blurry lights
And the tears, in your eyes,
That's the beauty of the darkest nights.
Lost Friends
The Beauty Of...
Empty Nester....
Annoying But ...
A Little For ...
My Best Frien...
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
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...
nice.. nice..
So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite long, with the situatio... So, the debate between friendship and love flares up again; It’s been quite lon...
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...
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
Very nice... Very nice...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
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...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
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..
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
Hold on to your faith... Hold on to your faith...
And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what is not and then wish... And now though strange, we want the Mondays back Because we only pine for what ...
It’s the money you think, that will make you happy? It’s the money you think, that will make you happy?
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