The tear drops run down, And fall off her nose. She cries in dark corners, Where nobody goes. You can follow the track, From her eyes to her chin. Years upon years, Of letting them win. And her eyes tell
Broken and battered here I lie, Seeking freedom from the unseen cuffs, Tranquilizers and sedatives heal me no more, Numbness is what my heart longs for, Numbness is what my heart longs for. Travelling through this barren lands, Seems ages
I thought love was wonderful, But trust me, love is just painful. You find the right one and you smile, But if you find the wrong one, you just cry. Slowly steadily you are poisoned in inches, And gradually you
They say the things that finally break you, Are the words stuck in your throat. And she has years of thoughts not uttered, Crammed in the pockets of her coat. A whispher among a word, That’s learnt only to speak.
Travelling through these barren lands, Thoughts unprecedented flickered in my mind. And here I was standing near the diversion, Wondering which road do I travel by? Lying in front of me were two distant roads, One grassy and frequently travelled