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Anusha L

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India
India
my life is full of melody and rhythm of music... music is my world...I love music not just because I love music..but I have no option except loving it
September 26, 2018
 

Thought that show life

Tow road diverged in a road, and i
I took the one less traveled by,
And that had made all the difference.

HELLO AUTUMN
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August 12, 2018
 

                         Anusha L
                              And.                                  
        Bharath Kumar N (Darashan)
"Cordially Invite You To Share In Our Marriage Celebration Along With Your Family And Friends"

Reception.                            Muhurat
30/8/2018.                           31 /8/2018
7pm ONWARDS.                8.45-9.45 A.M
                          
Venus :
"Siddaganga Sri Dr. Shivakumara Swamiji Jnana Prakasha Mantapa"
CA 3/A, 17th cross, Jnana Bharathi Extension, 2nd stage (Mariyappanapalya) Nagarabhavi Ring Road, Bangalore - 560056

POOJA NARENDRA
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June 16, 2017
Bengaluru, India

Through clear old glass in Cabin of wood
I sit thinking of all things that could
Light covers all in a single direction
As I start at this same old reflection
It's hands like mine and so are it's eye
Yet falling rain make it look like it cries.
It crises it's woes without a sound
But as I look in become spellbound.
Why are you here,are you really me??
Are you just here to remind me of he?
Much time passed  since he had gone
And by now I should've moved on
But why can't I conqure my past?..
Maybe I want those memories to last?..
Of course I do,they're things I love
The other of which is now up above.
With all things close now far long gone
It makes me wonder when I.. move on

"If you...

HAPPY FATHER'S DAY
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June 3, 2017
Bengaluru, India

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals—
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting—
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,...

CANCER SURVIVOR DAY
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May 13, 2017
 

Never give all the heart for love
Will hardly seem worth thinking of
To passionate women if it is
Certain, and they never dreamed
That it faded out from kiss to kiss
For everything that's lovely is
But a brief, dreamy,kind delight
O never give the heart outright
For they ,for all smooth lips can say
Have given their heart up to the play
And who could play it will enough
If deaf and dumb and blind with love?
He that made this knows all the cost
For,he gave all his heart and cost

ANGEL BREATHING
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May 5, 2017
Bengaluru, India

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,
And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,
Stealing my breath of life, I will confess
I love this cultured hell that tests my youth!
Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,
Giving me strength erect against her hate.
Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.
Yet as a rebel fronts a king in state,
I stand within her walls with not a shred
Of terror, malice, not a word of jeer.
Darkly I gaze into the days ahead,
And see her might and granite wonders there,
Beneath the touch of Time's unerring hand,
Like priceless treasures sinking in the sand.

LAURA BUSH
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May 5, 2017
 

Love is too young to know what conscience is;
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
Then, gentle cheater, urge not my amiss,
Lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self prove:
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
My nobler part to my gross body’s treason;
My soul doth tell my body that he may
Triumph in love; flesh stays no farther reason,
But rising at thy name doth point out thee
As his triumphant prize. Proud of this pride,
He is contented thy poor drudge to be,
To stand in thy affairs, fall by thy side
No want of conscience hold it that I call
Her “love” for whose dear love I rise and fall

PURPLE HEART
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May 5, 2017
Bengaluru, India

This love is God like
And This Heart is a Believer
You are quite
I am at a loos for words
But there is still commotion in this space between us
Is it lonely forest or the spawns that are speechless....?????
Is the road or the journey???The wait or the result???
What is this light ,which has brightened the world inside me??
Is this a medicine or posion,or did everyone just consume the heavenly light?
Less or more ,this is the remedy for the soul
Is it with me all the time like a pray
And this heart is a believer
I got Love infuse within me
And yet their exists some commotion in this space

Some relationship may have  less life in dis word but stays life long in their heart out in the spa...

THRILLING
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February 18, 2017
 

"Keeper Of Your Heart" lyrics

THE ICARUS ACCOUNT LYRICS

"Keeper Of Your Heart"(original version)

She thinks that he could be
A better man, a better man.
But she doesn't always see
That he's trying the best that he can
And he gave up on his dreams
Wife and kids and family
Isn't that what love asks for?
No, no, no
This love just asked him for more

Love has its seasons and reasons for leaving.
Love take its chances and leaves answers,
But we don't understand.
But I'll be the keeper of your heart
So even when love goes, 
you'll know, you'll know.
That I will walk with you along this road.

He thinks that she could be,
A better wife, a better wife.
But he doesn't always see
Every single sac...

Hurray for Hollywood
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February 13, 2017
Toronto, Canada

The little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
A delicate odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
And the plane to the p...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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January 22, 2017
 

They came to tell your faults to me,
They named them over one by one;
I laughed aloud when they were done,
I knew them all so well before, --
Oh, they were blind, too blind to see
Your faults had made me love you more

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FARA
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January 1, 2017
 

Happy new year to all my penals who had supported to write and experience the fellingthought​
I wish very happy and prosperous new year to everyone one may this new year bring you joy and success
Love you all

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GOODBYE 2016, HELLO 2017
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December 20, 2016
Bengaluru, India

You and I, in this beautiful world, 

Green grass, blue skies, 

In this beautiful world 

You and I, winding lanes as streams go by, 

You and I, in this beautiful world...

You and I, in this beautiful world, 

Green grass, blue skies, 

You and I, winding lanes as streams go by, 

You and I 

In this beautiful world...

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ROGUE ONE - STAR WARS
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December 3, 2016
Bengaluru, India

If I  would have given a chance of gift a phone,laptop,tablet with adopting new technology in it,I would love to introduce augmented reality technology so that I want to bring reality into virtual thought
Through this technology one can write letters with their own handwriting,create their own calligraphy writing, purchase,create  and send greeting cards ,send a letters from post office by tagging this advance letter app with a  new technology by bringing reality into virtual thought , collecting  stamps from world wide

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CHIRAYU
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December 2, 2016
 

If their was no money I would have been Queen to tribal people and live their for long years and I use to trade with everyone with fruits and vegetables and I will keep all my tribal people happily  
I love jungle story's and be a part of it

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PENCILS OF PROMISE
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December 2, 2016
 

When they tell my story...

In my point of view i would say it would been beautiful because it's my life even though it's negative on me  I would whole heartedly accepted it  because I always take negative as positive in my life and this reminds me one of my situation when my own brother betrayed me believing in  is wife  words so then I thought this how some people think on me and speak on me but deep inside me  I know what I am so I don't have shit time to explain those who can't understand me and there are people  who appreciate and stood for me so I happy for that now the things are like okay though but still that sweet bitter I can never forget it in my life time and thanks for my broth...

BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
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December 1, 2016
 

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the Milky Way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A Poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that i...

Hurray for Hollywood
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December 1, 2016
 

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a water'd shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these,
Because my love is come to me
Raise me a daïs of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life
Is come, my love is come to me

MAROON AND GOLD
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November 30, 2016
 

O thou with dewy locks, who lookest down
Through the clear windows of the morning, turn
Thine angel eyes upon our western isle,
Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring!
The hills tell one another, and the listening
Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn'd
Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth
And let thy holy feet visit our clime!
Come o'er the eastern hills, and let our winds
Kiss thy perfumèd garments; let us taste
Thy morn and evening breath; scatter thy pearls
Upon our lovesick land that mourns for thee.
O deck her forth with thy fair fingers; pour
Thy soft kisses on her bosom; and put
Thy golden crown upon her languish'd head,
Whose modest tresses are bound up for thee

APPLES ARE THE BEST
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November 30, 2016
 

The sky
Is that beautiful old parchment
In which the sun
And the moon
Keep their diary
To read it all,
One must be a linguist
More learned than Father Wisdom;
And a visionary
More clairvoyant than Mother Dream
But to feel it,
One must be an apostle:
One who is more than intimate
In having been, always,
The only confidant—
Like the earth
Or the sky

NANCY REAGAN
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