Snigdha Suraj
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The Train Journey
The Train Jou...
The Silent Vi...
Reminiscence ...
A library is not a building, It is a door to places unexplored, A library is not a building, It is a door to places unexplored,
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...
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
They who learn to hold it I adore,... They who learn to hold it I adore,...
Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most sophisticated philos... Trust, something not even learnt in theory knowledge, Not learnt in the most ...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island with a golden color. Long long years after thousands of flowers will bloom on this strange island wit...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri. Just not a hallowed bamboo piece it is shyama's bansuri.
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...
When you have lost all your goodness, You will regret and long for it once. When you have lost all your goodness, You will regret and long for it once.
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Get woven in the beautiful intricacies of this planet. Get woven in the beautiful intricacies of this planet.
The sparkling moon’s shining mellow light, The dizzy bright sun nowhere in sight. The sparkling moon’s shining mellow light, The dizzy bright sun nowhere in si...
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
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 ...
She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?" She didn't question what she felt, Her fascination revolved around "the why?"
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
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