Dhriti Bhavsar
Abstract Drama
We’re both stars
But while she’s a bright orange,
I’m a dull blue.
And we’re both glowing, yes.
But to the passing eye
The orange will always be more obvious.
No one has time to notice the blue.
Blinded By Or...
Made In Your ...
As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen... As I risk my beliefs to fall in love with a heathen...
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...
I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder... I clasp the pitcher to quench my thirst, Just then the claps of thunder...
nice.. nice..
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...
I know you don't need me anymore. I know you don't need me anymore.
Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside... Feelings are like crooked lines of our heartbeats, Staying inside...
Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights... Winters crept in, the weathers chill, With misty morns and foggy nights...
Lovely... Lovely...
Playing with words.. Playing with words..
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open hearts, My city is waiting for her delightful children, To welcome them with open heart...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity.. Glued to the pages, she is now lost, In this new life and a new identity..
eventually became a rebel... eventually became a rebel...
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 ...
Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind.. Never be a loser.... Trapped inside your mind..
It’s the money you think, that will make you happy? It’s the money you think, that will make you happy?
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