Afshan Gupta
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A Colored Lif...
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Forehead furrow cringed... Forehead furrow cringed...
Wake me o’lover, from this deep incessant slumber, Spread thou fragrance from mimosas you flow un... Wake me o’lover, from this deep incessant slumber, Spread thou fragrance from...
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..
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
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...
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...
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
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...
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
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..
Nice.. Nice..
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind.. Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind..
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.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...
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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