Moubani Sorcar : Actress & Dancer.
People are beautiful
Tall ones, mean ones,
Scared ones, hungry ones,
All are a soupy pool,
Of delight
Of this wonderful thing called life,
And I wish to learn how simple,
Easy to mingle…
Has the Supremo Uno made us,
Yet we are not grateful and thus,
Fairies don’t have wings to fly with anymore,
The demons are living in real away from the lore,
And Gulliver has no Lilliputs looking for him in the sea shore,
The streets which we walk on has potted holes,
And everytime we must reach somewhere we do miss our goals,
Let us build a simple bridge,
So that Sita might be rescued from Ravana,
Not because she will yet again be put back in exile,
But because she is a pure soul,
She will yet again smile,
Which 911 in this time could she dial?
It’s a good time to unlearn the unforgettable answerable mistakes,
And be truly devilishly innocent in the eyes of God,
Once bitten ,twice shy will make us ready to face the truth of being alas a genuine fraud,
To Us,
Forget must we thus…
Wonderful people are horrendously dutiful,
They are bound with their ‘overdoing’ mind with the grandest tool,
Why live a life of disdained non sensical belief?
And invite worries, anxieties pleasurably and severe grief,
We are an instant saint from where once the heart is torn,
This is a bitter yet sweet paradox,
Like the beautifully blemished moon and this face need not have makeup or curled locks…
Forgiveness is the garment that always must be worn,
I’m not a girl sitting still on a worn out woven mat,
The movement in picture in contradiction of its own stillness,
There is a silent prayer in the lover’s missing caress,
A sacrifice and so I forgot to find my typified wings,
I will do so as my heart in the usual song willingly sings,
To truly find unheard, undiscovered good new old things…
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