Breathe

By Kunal Bhattacharya

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I am looking for some thieves and what they have stolen

and I’m looking for my heart on your sleeve,

More directly out in the millions of miles of nothing but empty space

it only makes sense if what I’m looking for is me.

Up in my head is what I’m hating and believing,

Up in my head are all that which have been reached;

More directly I am living a life in a consolation

and everybody else is doing the same in this disease.

Breathe,

check if the world is falling,

In a little space between the sky and the Earth,

We’re allowed just a little time to be.

We are not different,

It's just the different ways in which we see.

Oh! Our eyes are, maybe!

But the colours are the same for you and me.

You may run ahead of me and feel alive

and get one of the faces most would recognise,

But one day, it’s going to be replaced.

We’re not best in anything to hold a pride, we’re scattered and divided simply by our minds

Unrealised, that we are the pieces!

Breathe!

Check if the world is falling.

Breathe!

Check if the world is falling.

Breathe!

Check if the world is falling.

Breathe!

Check if the world is falling.

By Kunal Bhattacharya