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?
Time does a l...
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Wondering who will ever care! Wondering who will ever care!
Most people dream of fancy cars Or private jets, high paying jobs Most people dream of fancy cars Or private jets, high paying jobs
Sometimes, I have to take a pause and Walk down the alleys from where everything start Sometimes, I have to take a pause and Walk down the alleys from where everyth...
I am the only guest in the room. I lost the key to the door long ago. I am the only guest in the room. I lost the key to the door long ago.
Reach your arms out To catch fleeting dreams Reach your arms out To catch fleeting dreams
I write not to impress, But to suppress. I write not to impress, But to suppress.
Oh, this old memories of love is a great old story that ends in great pain. Oh, this old memories of love is a great old story that ends in great pain.
We humans have been wanting to live in a perfect world, it being the biggest insecurity too. But why... We humans have been wanting to live in a perfect world, it being the biggest ins...
She stood on the bridge In silence and fear She stood on the bridge In silence and fear
The fear I had when everything seems to work against me The fear I had when everything seems to work against me
Seeing him smile, My stars would align. Seeing him smile, My stars would align.
It’s just you me and your wish, Said the blue light that crept in from the wall. It’s just you me and your wish, Said the blue light that crept in from the wa...
The rain is back, I hear it pouring, I hear the drops tapping on my window... The rain is back, I hear it pouring, I hear the drops tapping on my window...
I remember the time long ago, When as a child, I remember the time long ago, When as a child,
Your presence smells like the first fragrance of petrichor, Your presence smells like the first fragrance of petrichor,
Hastily you do flee Those dark eyes Hastily you do flee Those dark eyes
Resurrecting from the cinders of death; the phoenix hues the sky, Resurrecting from the cinders of death; the phoenix hues the sky,
Red soils cling to her ebony feet, The crimson blossoms in her raven hair, Red soils cling to her ebony feet, The crimson blossoms in her raven hair,
Writing to me is more than picking up a pen and scribbling down words. Writing is magical, something... Writing to me is more than picking up a pen and scribbling down words. Writing i...
There will be people who give you flowers, There will be people who give you flowers,
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