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
Moldy walls and rusted parts, Moldy walls and rusted parts,
Snapshots of life’s moments Trying to freeze all into that second Snapshots of life’s moments Trying to freeze all into that second
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Unhappy to be back, Hurt in the wrong spots, Unhappy to be back, Hurt in the wrong spots,
If life was like grammar, It will feel like a bunch of commas, If life was like grammar, It will feel like a bunch of commas,
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.
I often, Tried to lift the veil of darkness, I often, Tried to lift the veil of darkness,
Oh, what a shame it would be! To leave these four walls and flee. Oh, what a shame it would be! To leave these four walls and flee.
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...
Cousin to death is sleep... Cousin to death is sleep...
Let's pull off this disparity, can't we? Let's pull off this disparity, can't we?
Like mother, like daughter, oft we hear What if it happens the other way round? Like mother, like daughter, oft we hear What if it happens the other way roun...
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
And in a room filled with the promise of sleep, Only my nightmares do fit And in a room filled with the promise of sleep, Only my nightmares do fit
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