B Raisinghani
Drama
Our own image to favour which
We break relations with all
We roam direction less
And at the end
Find our corpse biting
Like serpent on our own shoulders
No one to help to provide relief
Ego journey continues
Our Own Image
I sat up in the midnight when the night was still, I sat up in the midnight when the night was still,
I allowed myself to be lulled Into a peaceful slumber By the warm east wind. I allowed myself to be lulled Into a peaceful slumber By the warm east wind.
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,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
"Sorry" might not reside in your millennial dictionary. "Sorry" might not reside in your millennial dictionary.
Every ray of sunlight speaks a different story Every ray of sunlight speaks a different story
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Caught fireflies to store their light on a page Caught fireflies to store their light on a page
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,
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...
I found myself amongst the woods, I found myself amongst the woods,
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
Oh Religion! Thou perplex'd fool, Oh Religion! Thou perplex'd fool,
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
the sunsets.... the sunsets....
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
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,
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