Vikas Rawat
Drama
In the burning ashes of my
Withering hopes for love
It still gives the warmth
To your cold loneliness
And a spark to kindle up the fire
Doused long ago
A chance to relive the moments we had
In the burning ashes....
Ashes
I allowed myself to be lulled Into a peaceful slumber By the warm east wind. I allowed myself to be lulled Into a peaceful slumber By the warm east wind.
As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats
He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on par... He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on p...
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
"Sorry" might not reside in your millennial dictionary. "Sorry" might not reside in your millennial dictionary.
Every ray of sunlight speaks a different story Every ray of sunlight speaks a different story
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Caught fireflies to store their light on a page Caught fireflies to store their light on a page
Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother... Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother....
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding... Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding...
Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional circle. Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional cir...
I found myself amongst the woods, I found myself amongst the woods,
Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life... Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life...
The din grows loud, disarray roams The din grows loud, disarray roams
The hair has turned grey The hair has turned grey
Oh Religion! Thou perplex'd fool, Oh Religion! Thou perplex'd fool,
the sunsets.... the sunsets....
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist, There is darkness, there is light But I find myself in a little mist,
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