sushil kumar gochhayat
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Captive in a castle,
Talking to the walls,
She solemnly says,
'Oh! The cruel time,
I reject your love,
One day,
He will come breaking your castle and
Emancipate me from your trap forever.'
Hope
How Can I
I Stand Alone...
The Hirakhand...
I am a fault
I
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
nice.. nice..
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
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...
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart. I miss you dad from the bottom of my heart.
Nice.... Nice....
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...
He doesn't want to dive deep anymore... He doesn't want to dive deep anymore...
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...
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode, I repeat this ritual, till my heart stops feeling like it would implode,
'Breathe' they say.... 'Breathe' they say....
Always live with your colour... Always live with your colour...
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?"
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.
The butterfly kisses the flowers.. The butterfly kisses the flowers..
However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart. However much we dissect time We do not reach its heart.
Not to anyone but to yourself. Not to anyone but to yourself.
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