Rohit Kapadia
Tragedy
In the spacious living room,
beside the huge T. V unit,
On the beautiful book-shelf,
Just below smart mobile phone,
Nicely covered books were crying,
Come on, some one
please lift us and open us,
we want to spread
sweet fragrance.
God
Book
Old Age-A Tur...
Books
Those mornings were as holy as the burning sun... Those mornings were as holy as the burning sun...
Pondered all around but found none, Far and wide never seen one. Pondered all around but found none, Far and wide never seen one.
Once my mom locked me up inside my room... Once my mom locked me up inside my room...
I did something terrible, Lost hope in my past... I did something terrible, Lost hope in my past...
I never knew you, Nor I ever will... I never knew you, Nor I ever will...
Among all and erase the bitter memories, nightmarish experiences. Among all and erase the bitter memories, nightmarish experiences.
Had the almighty given the power to one? Had the almighty given the power to one?
The radio hums A song that Google wasn’t able to name The radio hums A song that Google wasn’t able to name
Her life was a vicious cycle, as another day arose. Her life was a vicious cycle, as another day arose.
A queen among kings. A queen among kings.
She is scared of the dark, She wakes up in middle of the night... She is scared of the dark, She wakes up in middle of the night...
Holding the unborn Offspring in the womb, Holding the unborn Offspring in the womb,
And I am up with my punctured soul! Just to narrate my unnoticed grievances... And I am up with my punctured soul! Just to narrate my unnoticed grievances.....
Should or should we never crave the rose.... Should or should we never crave the rose....
Pain is like a thief at night Pain is like a thief at night
My vision has begun to fade, None I have to accompany... My vision has begun to fade, None I have to accompany...
Why are the weak, naive and innocent always blamed Why are the weak, naive and innocent always blamed
Unknown steps of a mother from wild, To satiate the pangs of the child inside... Unknown steps of a mother from wild, To satiate the pangs of the child inside...
It's when the mind dissolves the memories pertaining to suffering. It's when the mind dissolves the memories pertaining to suffering.
I am happy with my designation 'poor' I am happy with my designation 'poor'
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