mayra rawal
Abstract Drama
When my eyes catch a glimpse of you
The sorrows fade away in the
Tempest of calm star bed
Laden on the cream of my eye
The echo of your existence
Edits my way of breathing
Which goes exciting every
Damn night.
The Star
She
I Am Not Just...
When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise? When a tree falls in a forest Does it make any noise?
Forehead furrow cringed... Forehead furrow cringed...
Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn' Those depths perpetuated life in me, And I saw myself getting 'Reborn'
The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday... The mind is a mindless writer, It writes everyday...
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...
I lie here undressed and raven, Over the silky white canvas.. I lie here undressed and raven, Over the silky white canvas..
Two girls who knew how to live in the moment Two girls who knew how to live in the moment
Waited for a decade yet to complete, though married now with someone else, but still alive. Waited for a decade yet to complete, though married now with someone else, but s...
How and when was the "Search of self", easy? How and when was the "Search of self", easy?
Born to a family, nurtured with care, Blessed with a name... Born to a family, nurtured with care, Blessed with a name...
Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of candles burning? Shadows of smeared grey afloat in a dusky eve. Bella, can you hear the sound of ...
But what of the humans dying so???? But what of the humans dying so????
She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carried the burden of he... She was petite, with long hair neatly combed into a bun, Her eyes always carr...
Under that Bodhi tree of life,... Under that Bodhi tree of life,...
Together we'll paint the planet! Together we'll paint the planet!
Nice.. Nice..
They were searching for something, In the garbage heap. They were searching for something, In the garbage heap.
At times when my eyes are wet, When it’s about time for sun set, At times when my eyes are wet, When it’s about time for sun set,
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 ...
Even when the world turns upside down, And there's chaos all around... Even when the world turns upside down, And there's chaos all around...
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