Prassanna Nand Jha
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So, my precious gullible self, know this, That in you, there's nothing amiss. So, my precious gullible self, know this, That in you, there's nothing amiss.
What if I were to write a story? Letting the emotions bubble 'til it's stormy, What if I were to write a story? Letting the emotions bubble 'til it's stormy...
I long to meet you on a spring evening when dreams bleed back into the city's ruptured veins. I long to meet you on a spring evening when dreams bleed back into the city's...
When rumors become your reputation... When rumors become your reputation...
O'mother, to you a very happy special Mother's Day. O'mother, to you a very happy special Mother's Day.
Don’t ask me for no reasons Coz you won’t understand Don’t ask me for no reasons Coz you won’t understand
Order and chaos, two faces of the same coin Order and chaos, two faces of the same coin
Know I don't believe in shows, For letting people close; Know I don't believe in shows, For letting people close;
And it’s something that will never fade away. And it’s something that will never fade away.
What should I say, how should I feel? Wretched Monster, tell me what's real. What should I say, how should I feel? Wretched Monster, tell me what's real.
When you self-don't realise where have you come, searching for your happiness. Is it worth? When you self-don't realise where have you come, searching for your happiness. I...
Life, sometimes so wearying Is worth its weight in gold Life, sometimes so wearying Is worth its weight in gold
Do we really mean that or just something to be presuming to coping up? Do we really mean that or just something to be presuming to coping up?
When one wishes to reach an end, Certain lengths he'll need to go, When one wishes to reach an end, Certain lengths he'll need to go,
Well, mere species that breathe and get defied by it. Well, mere species that breathe and get defied by it.
Just as the five fingers Just are the man’s days Just as the five fingers Just are the man’s days
The moon is my locker room, where I have kept my dreams safe. The moon is my locker room, where I have kept my dreams safe.
The umpteen years of waiting room... The umpteen years of waiting room...
Will my dream remain forever a dream? Will my dream remain forever a dream?
The "lover" is written in the narrative form, to picturise a woeful act. The action of surprise is... The "lover" is written in the narrative form, to picturise a woeful act. The act...