Divya Bhavsar
Drama
Whatever he did was considered a sin
But it was all because of his wish to win
He tried to get it with all his deeds good
But in his bad times, with him, nobody stood
So now even with his sins, he had a grin!
A Ride....
A Love Like T...
Ripped Apart
Scattered Hai...
Poetry Love
Goodbye Love
Hangover...
Us
Looking At Th...
The Inside Wa...
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,
He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on par... He or she doesn't define who you are, Nothing as beautiful as you I find on p...
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..
Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother... Many times before, you were expectant, but today you decided to become a mother....
History is a big part for the human race ... History is a big part for the human race ...
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,
Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding... Do I hear the prayers of, Joy, hope, despair, foreboding...
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!
Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional circle. Several grey fish. A whirlpool in the ocean, An apparently unidirectional cir...
Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life... Yes I am a single woman and I have a beautiful life...
The din grows loud, disarray roams The din grows loud, disarray roams
The hair has turned grey The hair has turned grey
There is wrong, there is right, There is wrong, there is right,
The cuts and the bruises never faded The cuts and the bruises never faded
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,