Ranjita Mukherjee
Fantasy Others Children
Time keeps running like a bullet train;
Don't know where is its destination, where it will stop again.
Time keeps moving fast like a thrown arrow,
I am restless though, can it be calm tomorrow?
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I can see the sun setting while I'm lying on my bed I can see the birds chirping flying away to g... I can see the sun setting while I'm lying on my bed I can see the birds chirp...
They are all pretty, none prettier than her She is a magician, an artist at heart They are all pretty, none prettier than her She is a magician, an artist at ...
She has ignited the sleeping, forbidden, unstable desires and urges She has ignited the sleeping, forbidden, unstable desires and urges
Now I am a frail booth like a child Now I am a frail booth like a child
All I did was keep my promise, Never did I know; it would root my demise. All I did was keep my promise, Never did I know; it would root my demise.
I went to a dark place to hide from you 'oh' brimming light. I went to a dark place to hide from you 'oh' brimming light.
Let's start with 'The Beauty and the Beast' Let's start with 'The Beauty and the Beast'
But I patiently wait each night for them But I patiently wait each night for them
Broken, you might think, In hues of blue and pink. Broken, you might think, In hues of blue and pink.
It grew in a young maiden's back Going inside a tree jungle of cotton It grew in a young maiden's back Going inside a tree jungle of cotton
Love is dwelling still Love is dwelling still
An ethereal sight every artist would, long to capture..... An ethereal sight every artist would, long to capture.....
One look at me feels like millions things to speak yet we go speechless One look at me feels like millions things to speak yet we go speechless
Paradoxical sigh underneath skies, A mermaid slithering in disguise! Paradoxical sigh underneath skies, A mermaid slithering in disguise!
Trying to keep her alive in this heavy heart. Trying to keep her alive in this heavy heart.
The last day, the last batch, Seated we wondered the memories we shared, The last day, the last batch, Seated we wondered the memories we shared,
There is romanticism in my heart without loss. There is romanticism in my heart without loss.
We are "together" We are "together"
Fitfully I wonder am I really worth that bond? Fitfully I wonder am I really worth that bond?
Azure sky, Dancing on the wings of Butterfly. Azure sky, Dancing on the wings of Butterfly.
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