Chiranjib Mazumdar
Abstract Children Stories Drama
Struggle does intensify,
As caterpillar,
Turns into a butterfly.
Messy
Dear Son
The Final Cry
Bend The Tren...
Not enough
Yearning
Your Friend
A Love Like N...
My Wings
Desire
A library is not a building, It is a door to places unexplored, A library is not a building, It is a door to places unexplored,
You know bub It all comes back Sure does You know bub It all comes back Sure does
In me Death resides. Life still dwells In me Death resides. Life still dwells
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.
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
The earth begs us to save it... The earth begs us to save it...
Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger Whom did you kill today? Anger, Anger
Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma? Ain't thou an unsolved mystery, The deepest ocean of enigma?
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
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...
When you have lost all your goodness, You will regret and long for it once. When you have lost all your goodness, You will regret and long for it once.
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
The sparkling moon’s shining mellow light, The dizzy bright sun nowhere in sight. The sparkling moon’s shining mellow light, The dizzy bright sun nowhere in si...
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 ...
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
Listen my friend, my dear tree... Listen my friend, my dear tree...