Nabeeha Fathima Mohammed Arshad
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They were merely but travelers,
Telling stories through their art.
Hiding broken souls with caring hearts.
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When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen... As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen...
Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn' Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn'
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...
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...
Who is this invisible man?... Who is this invisible man?...
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of every night. Oh! What do I tell you about my plight! That's how I spend the wee hours of eve...
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????
And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home? And darling, I'm scared. Won't you take me home?
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Nice... Nice...
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,
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 ...
No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion. No one will ever know. But this was no soft sinking into oblivion.
Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind.. Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind..
A doctor with a big heart... A doctor with a big heart...
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