Abhishek Kumar
Drama
You are one my true desire
My one great longing
When I long for you
I find a sense of belonging
All I want is you.
Love Is Such ...
Smile
You've Become...
Our Love
You In Me
You Are Mine
You Are My Li...
Dream Of Your
Falling For H...
Made Us Compl...
I sat up in the midnight when the night was still, I sat up in the midnight when the night was still,
As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats
Moldy walls and rusted parts, Moldy walls and rusted parts,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body
Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes, Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes,
Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering. Imagine their pain, imagine their suffering.
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary! The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary!
Shes just Melanin Rich. Shes just Melanin Rich.
With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment, I emerge str With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment...
First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the people around me... First time when I went to school, I was so nervous, I was intimidated by the pe...
The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all of us out there. The lockdown 2020 was indeed a session full of life lessons for me, you, and all...
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers' Are the scars on my body a souvenir of my forefathers'
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp... Why is it always thing that we need, Goes out of our grasp...
Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent Now, even she seems to look at me with the rebuke of a disappointed parent
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