Maulik Jitendra Bhavsar
Abstract Children Stories
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean
And the pleasant land.
Thus the little minutes,
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of eternity..
Little Things...
When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn' Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn'
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...
How many different people Are there inside you? How many different people Are there inside you?
But fate had something different written. But fate had something different written.
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?
Befog days nearing, Survive in uncertainty. Befog days nearing, Survive in uncertainty.
I bleed.... Red! I bleed.... Red!
Drowned is the heart in the seas of pain, It doesn't want to see me... Drowned is the heart in the seas of pain, It doesn't want to see me...
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????
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
You read fast only to be in gone a flash, You jump in the story with a guy with a mask. You read fast only to be in gone a flash, You jump in the story with a guy with...
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 ...
Fragile as a bubble of shroud, Undying as a tale read aloud! Fragile as a bubble of shroud, Undying as a tale read aloud!
In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain. In darkest hours Of death, defeats, and loss and pain.
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