I am not here to change the world. Yet I want to change you. And make you fly high. My smiles are on discount And it’s free for you. You better smile back at me Trust me it won’t cost you a penny But it will set you free from your agony. Let’s be serene
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Push the world a little harder And bring it closer to the sun. Celebrate each dazzling day Triumph all gorgeous clouds Paint a rainbow on your sky! Who cares about the clouds? When you have got a smile That brings down the sun! Who cares about the mess? When you have got groovy songs That
You thought, I came back As I didn’t have other doors open for me You must have been day dreaming I came back to see if my absence Made you poised or spoiled! Looking back where we left things incomplete I always had a regret of not giving you an equal opening Even though deep
Shadows and the bravery of the past, echoes of the sounds you spoke of hopes and misery ever last… but smokes of your failure – you choke Behinds the sun, stars dream of evening darkness. Holy Death, leads us to stray to the land of forgiveness Still, you can’t find there a veil to cover
Build up to such situation near impossible to defuse Most convictions of earlier sense uncertain now infuse Defying palpable rationale to point radically extreme Sane logic where rescinds past any credible scheme It hits akin a thunderbolt hard shot out of the blue Keep searching for trigger sans slightest visible clue All visions since nurtured
Carrying a satchel all along inside of which are , decisions un-taken I run up and down Scaring away my evil cravings and all the immoral that the world taught me I focus too much on not doing bad (wrong) that I forget to do the good (right) . My entire life , it feels
Here I am This is me Now this is just all about Me being free. ‘Cause if you look inside me You won’t find what you used to see. I am not anymore whom I used to be Before you threw me out in this reality Where my emotions were Traded with your obsession And
Every morning The sun rises afresh, I forget why I was so sad The night before. Why there was so much Pain and blood And loneliness In the darkened Speckled night sky. Every morning In my bathroom A determined Toothbrush wielding hand forgets why… There is so much Salinity, pain, blood And sense of futile
My love, we ventured deep in raging storms, Have groped in fogs, plodded on snow, Endured the scroll, aligned to rules and norms, Would we then die in calm, when no winds blow? For ships are stranded in such windless trips, Like dormant love, with passion locked and zipped, Should love pour grandly, or just
There is a voice in me, I listen to barely. Invisible as phantom shadows, It haunts me, taunts me. I sip some poison Inebriated; It flaunts me. It knocks me off, Scissors me in two, ‘Good or evil, whose baby are you’? A thin line of heartbeat, Buttresses compassion The imp again gibes ‘So, giving
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The night was inky black The stars were out to play The wind picked up its midnight rhythm The cold raced up and down her arm She stood still and looked on At the At the gaping nothingness beyond Ears strained she listened For answering shrieks from the depths below Silence prevailed but for the