Arnav Bodke
Drama
What are emotions?
A touch, that connects us all?
Or just a blend of thousand thoughts?
Maybe us, humans?
Is that what, we are of?
Yet then, how is the question an emotion afterall?
Emotions
Broken Boat
Golden Skull
Ladders
Boy In The La...
Magic Of Word...
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
Why are you mourning? You think I'm dead, Why are you mourning? You think I'm dead,
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
I can see a child crying in the street, Begging for alms, his face red under the scorching heat. I can see a child crying in the street, Begging for alms, his face red under...
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Racing to finish the story before the leaf loses its verdancy or the stick loses it's already faint Racing to finish the story before the leaf loses its verdancy or the stick loses...
Ask yourself a simple question, Are we truly free? Ask yourself a simple question, Are we truly free?
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,
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!
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...
When my dry cornea just lubricates, When my dry cornea just lubricates,
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
Friendship, It is like kintsugi, We open our broken heart's Just to learn that we are all the sam... Friendship, It is like kintsugi, We open our broken heart's Just to learn tha...
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,
A quiet laugh and a heartwarming smile Are things I want to last for a while, A quiet laugh and a heartwarming smile Are things I want to last for a while,
They look at your house, They look at your wealth, They look at your house, They look at your wealth,
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