Saniya Ansari
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Now when you see her again,
After the washed off regrets
And the evanescent remorse,
Will you be able to glance
At her poignant eyes
And her crippled soul?
Or will it not matter,
Just like before?
Silhouette Of...
Flickering Ho...
Seasons Of Lo...
Regrets
Graveyard
Night Of Perp...
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Mashooq
I am good for your gut, I don't differentiate a palace and a hut. I am good for your gut, I don't differentiate a palace and a hut.
In the modern reverie, we find our embrace. In the modern reverie, we find our embrace.
In Navratri's embrace, let your heart unfold. In Navratri's embrace, let your heart unfold.
Maya's spirit in her steps does shine. Maya's spirit in her steps does shine.
I am no one among my own. I am no one among my own.
Friends, don't raise the issue of untouchability. Friends, don't raise the issue of untouchability.
I'll go on anyway. I'll go on anyway.
A tale of strength, in Navratri's sacred light. A tale of strength, in Navratri's sacred light.
In the realm of Navratri, we dream and dream. In the realm of Navratri, we dream and dream.
In this green symphony, we find our grace. In this green symphony, we find our grace.
Battling the darkness that shrouds the night. Battling the darkness that shrouds the night.
A radiant part of this sacred dream. A radiant part of this sacred dream.
In royal blue, our hearts and souls reside. In royal blue, our hearts and souls reside.
In Priya's yellow, love takes flight. In Priya's yellow, love takes flight.
In Navratri's celebration, she finds her light. In Navratri's celebration, she finds her light.
Wake up! Wake up! The dawn awaits. Wake up! Wake up! The dawn awaits.
With faith as our shield, we'll find our own grace. With faith as our shield, we'll find our own grace.
We are common people, facing the brunt of the police. We are common people, facing the brunt of the police.
The essence of Navratri, burning so right. The essence of Navratri, burning so right.
Call me homeless if you must for all my homes have turned to dust Call me homeless if you must for all my homes have turned to dust
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