Bhawna Raina's Personal Blog

Buried it all while leaving the prints behind The reminiscence of the better side Conspiring to shred every bit of truth, Leading or misleading the youth? They aren't building bridges But creating a world of glitches and hitches She cried for her dying child And they partied like wild. He was looking for his dead parents While they lied about all that was to be transparent. All she sought was education But they lead her to prostitution. Some want to breathe fresh air And smoke chimneys are killing people everywhere. No, it is not going to get easy and good It going to be a dead and cold neighbourhood. Buried it all while leaving the prints behind The reminiscence of the better side

Tracing back when time lost essence is not possible any more, The pace of actions has been faster than what geared for. Admiring the beauty, feeling joy and pain is now at the end of the tunnel that is long and I am too tired to walk. Walking on sand that just takes my ground away, The words fall short or I talk too much is tough to find. Learning to be blind and deaf is what we have traded over our peace of mind, Choking in this bubble full of strangers. Most of what remains of us is just surviving, Each face has a tale to tell, weary and unfamilar eyes of our own kind. The search never ends, As I reach the end I learn it is a mirage.