Anmol Kang
Tragedy Crime Thriller
They turned me into a Satan
And my mind an evil sanctum.
Now my vile deeds stink of vice!
Vengeance of the perversity
Which ensued upon me!
Flavours Of L...
Art. Artist. ...
Candle Of Tog...
Desires
Caged Bird
In You Found ...
Two Lovers
The Joker
I am a convic...
You think that this virus is only a hoax, You think that this virus is only a hoax,
My sticky fingers dangling with honey My sticky fingers dangling with honey
I thought when we will meet, It is going to be the rain of Roses.. I thought when we will meet, It is going to be the rain of Roses..
Sometimes, the heart texts, To the inner core of my brain... Sometimes, the heart texts, To the inner core of my brain...
Blurred visions of past, Moments I relived the most... Blurred visions of past, Moments I relived the most...
My hair is pulled back, In a loose bun. My hair is pulled back, In a loose bun.
I was encompassed by silence, loneliness, and calmness I was encompassed by silence, loneliness, and calmness
To get triumph over that demon. To get triumph over that demon.
She was guilty for a bite. She was guilty for a bite.
A mercurial strand, Foredoom'd... A mercurial strand, Foredoom'd...
I am not here nor there, I don't know... I am not here nor there, I don't know...
Sadness consumed his little soul standing around the corner with no motion. Sadness consumed his little soul standing around the corner with no motion.
Who's next....??? Who's next....???
Oh! unempathetic act of humans, Snare aimed for my fellow being, Oh! unempathetic act of humans, Snare aimed for my fellow being,
Lying motionless on the hospital bed her alluring eyes gleamed Lying motionless on the hospital bed her alluring eyes gleamed
Echo of popularity, status, name and fame, Has stepped up the efforts of all... Echo of popularity, status, name and fame, Has stepped up the efforts of all....
The grief which can't be expressed in words is pain. The grief which can't be expressed in words is pain.
There was a pitch black odour, Fuming on a night so pure that it could be in the truest form of ... There was a pitch black odour, Fuming on a night so pure that it could be in...
Seriously, an actor can paint Seriously, an actor can paint
Yes, who are we? Yes, who are we?
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