I am burning,
Or should I say hotter.
I am shinning,
Or should I say brighter.
I am loud,
Or should I say thurder.
I am repenting,
That's because am a sinner.
I am introducing me,
Am no longer an imposter.
#samir
Or should I say hotter.
I am shinning,
Or should I say brighter.
I am loud,
Or should I say thurder.
I am repenting,
That's because am a sinner.
I am introducing me,
Am no longer an imposter.
#samir
Life
#Abhijit #review
Hindering through the forest
Talking to the trees
I wonder what life would be
To encounter it as it is
Without our fallacies
Winds whistling through my ears
Transpiring through my nerves
Bestowing my brain with the music of antiquity
Giving my life a sense of ambiguity
What a feeling it was!
Not everlasting but still so alluring
The miracle that is life
Enjoy it till it last
Till the last bite
#Abhijit #review
Hindering through the forest
Talking to the trees
I wonder what life would be
To encounter it as it is
Without our fallacies
Winds whistling through my ears
Transpiring through my nerves
Bestowing my brain with the music of antiquity
Giving my life a sense of ambiguity
What a feeling it was!
Not everlasting but still so alluring
The miracle that is life
Enjoy it till it last
Till the last bite
Na jane kyu khayal aa rahe tum ko dekh kar bus yuhi soche ja rahe hai ..Dekha tha isi jagah tum ko bus ab dekhte ja rahe hai .Na jane tume pata hai ki nahi lekin hum to tumhare diwane hote ja rahe hai .Intazar hai bus us ghadi ka jab tujhe pata chale . Tumhari vo katilana najre kar rhhi hai mujhe ghayal kya kahu tumhare baree tum ho royal .Bus yuhi soch raha hu tumhare bare me is liya likh diya hai poem😊
#vishal #Review
#vishal #Review
Friend zone
Maybe I'd never be able to express u my feelings oh baby
I know it's hard but tryin' hard to make u mine
Can't express that how much I love u in a single line
Can't afford to give up on ya cuz you're super valuable baby
I hesitate to say what's in my heart
Cuz I fear you'd walk away
Take it easy on me darling don't go hard
I've been into u since the very first day
Some words are better unspoken
Bonds can never be mended once broken
So I rather prefer not to say
Cuz I don't want u to walk away
To walk away through the doors of my heart
And away from my eyes
Rips me apart
Just the mere thought of u making the last goodbyes
I wanna come out from the friend zone,
You're the queen of my throne.
Hand u over the crown,
The day you're down.
💝🧚
#review #San
Maybe I'd never be able to express u my feelings oh baby
I know it's hard but tryin' hard to make u mine
Can't express that how much I love u in a single line
Can't afford to give up on ya cuz you're super valuable baby
I hesitate to say what's in my heart
Cuz I fear you'd walk away
Take it easy on me darling don't go hard
I've been into u since the very first day
Some words are better unspoken
Bonds can never be mended once broken
So I rather prefer not to say
Cuz I don't want u to walk away
To walk away through the doors of my heart
And away from my eyes
Rips me apart
Just the mere thought of u making the last goodbyes
I wanna come out from the friend zone,
You're the queen of my throne.
Hand u over the crown,
The day you're down.
💝🧚
#review #San
Friend zone
Maybe I'd never be able to express u my feelings oh baby,
I know it's hard but tryin' hard to make u mine,
Can't express that how much I love u in a single line,
Can't afford to give up on ya cuz you're super valuable baby.
I hesitate to say what's in my heart,
Cuz I fear you'd walk away,
Take it easy on me darling don't go hard,
I've been into u since the very first day.
Some words are better unspoken,
Bonds can never be mended once broken.
So I rather prefer not to say,
Cuz I don't want u to walk away.
To walk away through the doors of my heart,
And away from my eyes,
Rips me apart,
Just the mere thought of u making the last goodbyes.
I wanna come out from the friend zone,
You're the queen of my throne.
Hand u over the crown,
The day you're down.
💝🧚
#review #San
Maybe I'd never be able to express u my feelings oh baby,
I know it's hard but tryin' hard to make u mine,
Can't express that how much I love u in a single line,
Can't afford to give up on ya cuz you're super valuable baby.
I hesitate to say what's in my heart,
Cuz I fear you'd walk away,
Take it easy on me darling don't go hard,
I've been into u since the very first day.
Some words are better unspoken,
Bonds can never be mended once broken.
So I rather prefer not to say,
Cuz I don't want u to walk away.
To walk away through the doors of my heart,
And away from my eyes,
Rips me apart,
Just the mere thought of u making the last goodbyes.
I wanna come out from the friend zone,
You're the queen of my throne.
Hand u over the crown,
The day you're down.
💝🧚
#review #San
#review #iwritesometimes #poetry
" Lily Seeds "
I saw tear stains in your room,
So I planted lily seeds on your floor,
Now when you cry the flowers all bloom,
and remind you, you're worth so much more.
" Lily Seeds "
I saw tear stains in your room,
So I planted lily seeds on your floor,
Now when you cry the flowers all bloom,
and remind you, you're worth so much more.
~iwritesometimesMy first kiss
#Abhijit #review
The clouds were heavy and grey
Revealing the silver lining as they sway
Tiny little drops started to pour
Then came the heavy drops and the thunder clouds roar.
Everyone was running for a cover
Except the two of us enjoying the rain
Something got me curious however
It was her lips in particular
After the rain we sat down
Her hair wet, her eyes brown
We were at the bridge alongside a bus stop
She noticed me gazing at her and my heart popped
We were alone,
Only the river below and crickets surround
Sun was setting giving her an orange tinge
Me watching in disdain tried to turn around
Then her hand touched my arms
A shiver went through my spine,
She looked at me and I looked at her
Our gaze was intertwined
I kept my hand around her neck touching her wet hair
She closed her eyes; I brought her close
Then our lips were a pair
It was my first kiss
#Abhijit #review
The clouds were heavy and grey
Revealing the silver lining as they sway
Tiny little drops started to pour
Then came the heavy drops and the thunder clouds roar.
Everyone was running for a cover
Except the two of us enjoying the rain
Something got me curious however
It was her lips in particular
After the rain we sat down
Her hair wet, her eyes brown
We were at the bridge alongside a bus stop
She noticed me gazing at her and my heart popped
We were alone,
Only the river below and crickets surround
Sun was setting giving her an orange tinge
Me watching in disdain tried to turn around
Then her hand touched my arms
A shiver went through my spine,
She looked at me and I looked at her
Our gaze was intertwined
I kept my hand around her neck touching her wet hair
She closed her eyes; I brought her close
Then our lips were a pair
It was my first kiss
HELLO THERE!
.
Have you come here to read some stuff?
Well I write but my hands are locked by stupid handcuffs.
I have got nothing to say;
So I suggest you to leave reading this from here;
I can't make your day;
Cause I myself have problems , insecurities and fear.
.
You better stop reading it now , stop reading this!
I request you Ma'am , Sir , Miss.
It's the worst poem you would have ever seen,
I can't tell writing this how stupid I have been.
.
Listen this may rhyme but doesn't make sense;
there is a limit boundary of stupidity, and I am near its fence,
You don't know who I am , I am lazy as fuck,
OH! I am running out of words , my brain does suck.
.
PEACE.
.
Have you come here to read some stuff?
Well I write but my hands are locked by stupid handcuffs.
I have got nothing to say;
So I suggest you to leave reading this from here;
I can't make your day;
Cause I myself have problems , insecurities and fear.
.
You better stop reading it now , stop reading this!
I request you Ma'am , Sir , Miss.
It's the worst poem you would have ever seen,
I can't tell writing this how stupid I have been.
.
Listen this may rhyme but doesn't make sense;
there is a limit boundary of stupidity, and I am near its fence,
You don't know who I am , I am lazy as fuck,
OH! I am running out of words , my brain does suck.
.
PEACE.
HELLO THERE!
.
Have you come here to read some stuff?
Well I write but my hands are locked by stupid handcuffs.
I have got nothing to say;
So I suggest you to leave reading this from here;
I can't make your day;
Cause I myself have problems , insecurities and fear.
.
You better stop reading it now , stop reading this!
I request you Ma'am , Sir , Miss.
It's the worst poem you would have ever seen,
I can't tell writing this how stupid I have been.
.
Listen this may rhyme but doesn't make sense;
there is a limit boundary of stupidity, and I am near its fence,
You don't know who I am , I am lazy as fuck,
OH! I am running out of words , my brain does suck.
.
PEACE.
.
Have you come here to read some stuff?
Well I write but my hands are locked by stupid handcuffs.
I have got nothing to say;
So I suggest you to leave reading this from here;
I can't make your day;
Cause I myself have problems , insecurities and fear.
.
You better stop reading it now , stop reading this!
I request you Ma'am , Sir , Miss.
It's the worst poem you would have ever seen,
I can't tell writing this how stupid I have been.
.
Listen this may rhyme but doesn't make sense;
there is a limit boundary of stupidity, and I am near its fence,
You don't know who I am , I am lazy as fuck,
OH! I am running out of words , my brain does suck.
.
PEACE.
My life is dark and I need some help;
Maybe you can brighten it by fixing a bulb.
Imma stay here all time all alone;
Until You pull me by Your hand and take me to Your dome.
I know that's senseless and does not rhyme , but does it matter?;
Maybe You feel what I am tryna scatter.
I know it has been a short time since we met;
Or i am imaging it yet?
I really don't care how You treat me , I can be Your pet;
Or You can make me Your own fkin' jet.
All I need is to stay with You;
I don't give a fuck about anyone else no matter who.
Hey God can You hear me ? I am talking to You.
PEACE.
Maybe you can brighten it by fixing a bulb.
Imma stay here all time all alone;
Until You pull me by Your hand and take me to Your dome.
I know that's senseless and does not rhyme , but does it matter?;
Maybe You feel what I am tryna scatter.
I know it has been a short time since we met;
Or i am imaging it yet?
I really don't care how You treat me , I can be Your pet;
Or You can make me Your own fkin' jet.
All I need is to stay with You;
I don't give a fuck about anyone else no matter who.
Hey God can You hear me ? I am talking to You.
PEACE.
#review #nandinithakar
I am burning,
Brighter than a volcano,
Breaking like stones,
From a sculpture.
I don't know
If it's making me,
Stronger or weaker.
Waiting for a tomorrow,
But it never comes.
Hidden in darkness,
Will be enlightened one day.
Could it be worse ?
Or will it be the best ?
Who knows ?
What story end one gets.
I am burning,
Brighter than a volcano,
Breaking like stones,
From a sculpture.
I don't know
If it's making me,
Stronger or weaker.
Waiting for a tomorrow,
But it never comes.
Hidden in darkness,
Will be enlightened one day.
Could it be worse ?
Or will it be the best ?
Who knows ?
What story end one gets.
HAVING A FRIEND IS ALL WE NEED
My journey through life has been mostly alone
and I have gotten used to that way of living, insofar
I never had too many friends, although
sometimes I have told myself, in the
silence of the night, under the brightness
of the stars that it wouldn't be bad to have
a friend with whom I could share my
deepest feelings and boldest dreams.
I believe that nothing comes to us by chance,
as much as it might seem like fate, the
Universe always conspires in my favor, and
once more, it didn't disappoint me. I have
been graced with a gorgeous gift. I simply
won a very special friend. She is sensitive
and intelligent and her name dates back
to the Flavian dynasty of the Roman Empire.
She has the mind of the queens, and at first
seems really self-conscious and strong,
but inside her armored suit, she hides a warm
and passionate heart. Her many talents and
natural abilities make her sought-after as a leader.
Indeed, she is a very trustworthy friend and the
best anyone could ever have. Always ready to
support and understand my weaknesses and needs.
What else could I say? She is good-natured and
affectionate. Cares a lot about family and has the
desire to understand and help others. This brave
and bound incredible person is the one I have the
pleasure to say that she is my friend. Besides captivating
me, she has also won my heart and conquered a unique place in my life. Flavia, I love you and I am very grateful for accepting me into your life.
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
My journey through life has been mostly alone
and I have gotten used to that way of living, insofar
I never had too many friends, although
sometimes I have told myself, in the
silence of the night, under the brightness
of the stars that it wouldn't be bad to have
a friend with whom I could share my
deepest feelings and boldest dreams.
I believe that nothing comes to us by chance,
as much as it might seem like fate, the
Universe always conspires in my favor, and
once more, it didn't disappoint me. I have
been graced with a gorgeous gift. I simply
won a very special friend. She is sensitive
and intelligent and her name dates back
to the Flavian dynasty of the Roman Empire.
She has the mind of the queens, and at first
seems really self-conscious and strong,
but inside her armored suit, she hides a warm
and passionate heart. Her many talents and
natural abilities make her sought-after as a leader.
Indeed, she is a very trustworthy friend and the
best anyone could ever have. Always ready to
support and understand my weaknesses and needs.
What else could I say? She is good-natured and
affectionate. Cares a lot about family and has the
desire to understand and help others. This brave
and bound incredible person is the one I have the
pleasure to say that she is my friend. Besides captivating
me, she has also won my heart and conquered a unique place in my life. Flavia, I love you and I am very grateful for accepting me into your life.
#review #LucianadeLemos #poetry
"कलम- The Pen Brood"
For since an eon, our family tree has acted together with the homo sapiens,
Our evolution began from merely, feather and ink, to Parkers, and Berkeley's held together at man's cufflink.
Such were the hours of 1930 when some human cleped László Bíró, fabricated our great descendant, uncle ballpoint;
And since then, amongst colors of the rainbow, our family and the humans are conjoint.
Such is our bond with this species,
Irrespective of caste or creed among any of them,
We, in every one of their pockets, own spaces alike harem.
The mortals funny, but are indeed a violent race,
For with pages some of them have signed with our blood;
We`ve witnessed scary massacres, leaving us in all in disgrace.
Having knowledge about the habits of man,
We could never grizzle to them.
For, some would keep us with dignity, while some realizing our importance only at the conclusions of their plan.
Amidst many, with some, we pen were known to have formed such an especial bond,
Those souls were known to have won the hearts of millions with just their writing of pen,
With men like these, humanity and the pen ancestry were never conned.
People, a few betwixt many,
People for whom associates were only hard work with thy clique of pen and paper,
Such, to the world, were known, be it whether by the name Missile Man or Swar Kokila, magnificent was their milestone.
We pen, have never boasted about our strength,
While many, have also contrasted us some mighty swords;
No matter how sharper the blade be, for wiser are the ones who always choose a pen, for a somewhat satisfactory consequence.
Such are the chronicles of the pen, apropos every persona trait of these earthlings;
For their stories behold qualities like grit, curiosity, optimism, and gratitude.
Some are already apprised, while many are yet to be told!
#review #penpoetry
For since an eon, our family tree has acted together with the homo sapiens,
Our evolution began from merely, feather and ink, to Parkers, and Berkeley's held together at man's cufflink.
Such were the hours of 1930 when some human cleped László Bíró, fabricated our great descendant, uncle ballpoint;
And since then, amongst colors of the rainbow, our family and the humans are conjoint.
Such is our bond with this species,
Irrespective of caste or creed among any of them,
We, in every one of their pockets, own spaces alike harem.
The mortals funny, but are indeed a violent race,
For with pages some of them have signed with our blood;
We`ve witnessed scary massacres, leaving us in all in disgrace.
Having knowledge about the habits of man,
We could never grizzle to them.
For, some would keep us with dignity, while some realizing our importance only at the conclusions of their plan.
Amidst many, with some, we pen were known to have formed such an especial bond,
Those souls were known to have won the hearts of millions with just their writing of pen,
With men like these, humanity and the pen ancestry were never conned.
People, a few betwixt many,
People for whom associates were only hard work with thy clique of pen and paper,
Such, to the world, were known, be it whether by the name Missile Man or Swar Kokila, magnificent was their milestone.
We pen, have never boasted about our strength,
While many, have also contrasted us some mighty swords;
No matter how sharper the blade be, for wiser are the ones who always choose a pen, for a somewhat satisfactory consequence.
Such are the chronicles of the pen, apropos every persona trait of these earthlings;
For their stories behold qualities like grit, curiosity, optimism, and gratitude.
Some are already apprised, while many are yet to be told!
#review #penpoetry
"कलम- The Pen Brood"
For since an eon, our family tree has acted together with the homo sapiens,
Our evolution began from merely, feather and ink, to Parkers, and Berkeley's held together at man's cufflink.
Such were the hours of 1930 when some human cleped László Bíró, fabricated our great descendant, uncle ballpoint;
And since then, amongst colors of the rainbow, our family and the humans are conjoint.
Such is our bond with this species,
Irrespective of caste or creed among any of them,
We, in every one of their pockets, own spaces alike harem.
The mortals funny, but are indeed a violent race,
For with pages some of them have signed with our blood;
We`ve witnessed scary massacres, leaving us in all in disgrace.
Having knowledge about the habits of man,
We could never grizzle to them.
For, some would keep us with dignity, while some realizing our importance only at the conclusions of their plan.
Amidst many, with some, we pen were known to have formed such an especial bond,
Those souls were known to have won the hearts of millions with just their writing of pen,
With men like these, humanity and the pen ancestry were never conned.
People, a few betwixt many,
People for whom associates were only hard work with thy clique of pen and paper,
Such, to the world, were known, be it whether by the name Missile Man or Swar Kokila, magnificent was their milestone.
We pen, have never boasted about our strength,
While many, have also contrasted us some mighty swords;
No matter how sharper the blade be, for wiser are the ones who always choose a pen, for a somewhat satisfactory consequence.
Such are the chronicles of the pen, apropos every persona trait of these earthlings;
For their stories behold qualities like grit, curiosity, optimism, and gratitude.
Some are already apprised, while many are yet to be told!
#review #poetryonpen
For since an eon, our family tree has acted together with the homo sapiens,
Our evolution began from merely, feather and ink, to Parkers, and Berkeley's held together at man's cufflink.
Such were the hours of 1930 when some human cleped László Bíró, fabricated our great descendant, uncle ballpoint;
And since then, amongst colors of the rainbow, our family and the humans are conjoint.
Such is our bond with this species,
Irrespective of caste or creed among any of them,
We, in every one of their pockets, own spaces alike harem.
The mortals funny, but are indeed a violent race,
For with pages some of them have signed with our blood;
We`ve witnessed scary massacres, leaving us in all in disgrace.
Having knowledge about the habits of man,
We could never grizzle to them.
For, some would keep us with dignity, while some realizing our importance only at the conclusions of their plan.
Amidst many, with some, we pen were known to have formed such an especial bond,
Those souls were known to have won the hearts of millions with just their writing of pen,
With men like these, humanity and the pen ancestry were never conned.
People, a few betwixt many,
People for whom associates were only hard work with thy clique of pen and paper,
Such, to the world, were known, be it whether by the name Missile Man or Swar Kokila, magnificent was their milestone.
We pen, have never boasted about our strength,
While many, have also contrasted us some mighty swords;
No matter how sharper the blade be, for wiser are the ones who always choose a pen, for a somewhat satisfactory consequence.
Such are the chronicles of the pen, apropos every persona trait of these earthlings;
For their stories behold qualities like grit, curiosity, optimism, and gratitude.
Some are already apprised, while many are yet to be told!
#review #poetryonpen
#review #cat #poetry
BEGUILING BEAUTY
Curls upon her forehead,
earrings dangling and
kissing her collarbones.
I see a woman glorifying
a red dress she's worn.
Her eyes....fierce
like the oceanic waves.
I fell for her smile which spread on her face as her eyes met my gaze!
I see her coming towards me!!!
My heartbeats fasten suddenly!!!!
She smelled like Jasmine...
And beautiful things I could imagine!
She introduces herself as "Maya".
For the next few moments...
I was allured by her eyes;
her lips which curved into a smile.
THEN...
I heard her last word "goodbye"...
For she vanished in the sparkle of a second!!!
And I was left captivated by her BEAUTIFUL LIES
because...
SHE STOLE MY PURSE!!!!
As well as my heart
for awhile...
BEGUILING BEAUTY
Curls upon her forehead,
earrings dangling and
kissing her collarbones.
I see a woman glorifying
a red dress she's worn.
Her eyes....fierce
like the oceanic waves.
I fell for her smile which spread on her face as her eyes met my gaze!
I see her coming towards me!!!
My heartbeats fasten suddenly!!!!
She smelled like Jasmine...
And beautiful things I could imagine!
She introduces herself as "Maya".
For the next few moments...
I was allured by her eyes;
her lips which curved into a smile.
THEN...
I heard her last word "goodbye"...
For she vanished in the sparkle of a second!!!
And I was left captivated by her BEAUTIFUL LIES
because...
SHE STOLE MY PURSE!!!!
As well as my heart
for awhile...
#review #pj #poetry
There was a vendor selling beautiful balloons,
My heart stopped there at the red ones,
Which were shining beautiful at noon.
I bought seven of them,
Holding the smooth thread hem,
I let it fly high in the sky.
Now not my heart but was my mind,
that stopped on an old haunting memory,
Where my beautiful pleated skirt was stained red,
Boys in reaction were teasing coming ahead.
To an escape to this memory,
I popped a balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Then and there my eyes caught a sight,
The guy and the girl so engrossed in their love, in light,
It made me remember the day,
He gave me red rose,
My smile was genuine,
and not fake, for I forgot to pose.
Sweet it was, but again to an escape
Again, for the second time,
I popped a balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Two souls together that denoted love,
could no longer wait to meet,
so eager and lost in each other,
so desperate to touch each other,
He was running towards me,
My eyes couldn't deny the sight to see,
And he was just there,
but met a car before me and see,
Now he is nowhere.
I couldn't touch him,
But his red blood made it's way to my white laced dress,
I couldn't get anything, everything including my heart was a mess.
And...
I popped the third balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Down the memory lane,
Came another red day,
All over, red flowers were festooned,
matching with the bride's gown.
I was 21 and forced to marry,
whole life, against my will,
I had a relationship to carry.
It was fun popping the fourth balloon,
I wish I don't get to see that face again in my dream soon,
B'cuz this was not the end.
After the marriage day, there came the wedding night,
and he forcefully imposed his manliness in dim light.
Not once, not twice, not thrice,
but it became something that happened his moodwise.
I can't continue thinking about the red marks on my body,
So, I pop the fifth balloon,
and keep waking.
And there finally came a day,
wherein again the red colour was spilled all over,
my wrist had a cut, that i was tryna cover,
Don't know when, I lost all my senses,
whatever happened next, I can't remember the Instances.
Dreadful it was, but I am alive,
Coz God loved me upto gallons.
I popped one of the last balloons,
and kept walking under the left one.
My heart was collapsing,
I wanted to die,
Since, there was nowhere my freedom to buy ,
I was walking and am walking,
and have crossed miles from that cage,
Red I fear : gone are the days.
Red I love are the days,
Self love, it is.
It's dark now, I can see the moon,
but this time, I know I'll see the light soon.
So, the last balloon,
No I didn't pop this time,
I let it free,
It fly so high,
That no longer I can see.
There was a vendor selling beautiful balloons,
My heart stopped there at the red ones,
Which were shining beautiful at noon.
I bought seven of them,
Holding the smooth thread hem,
I let it fly high in the sky.
Now not my heart but was my mind,
that stopped on an old haunting memory,
Where my beautiful pleated skirt was stained red,
Boys in reaction were teasing coming ahead.
To an escape to this memory,
I popped a balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Then and there my eyes caught a sight,
The guy and the girl so engrossed in their love, in light,
It made me remember the day,
He gave me red rose,
My smile was genuine,
and not fake, for I forgot to pose.
Sweet it was, but again to an escape
Again, for the second time,
I popped a balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Two souls together that denoted love,
could no longer wait to meet,
so eager and lost in each other,
so desperate to touch each other,
He was running towards me,
My eyes couldn't deny the sight to see,
And he was just there,
but met a car before me and see,
Now he is nowhere.
I couldn't touch him,
But his red blood made it's way to my white laced dress,
I couldn't get anything, everything including my heart was a mess.
And...
I popped the third balloon,
and kept walking under the shadow of the left ones.
Down the memory lane,
Came another red day,
All over, red flowers were festooned,
matching with the bride's gown.
I was 21 and forced to marry,
whole life, against my will,
I had a relationship to carry.
It was fun popping the fourth balloon,
I wish I don't get to see that face again in my dream soon,
B'cuz this was not the end.
After the marriage day, there came the wedding night,
and he forcefully imposed his manliness in dim light.
Not once, not twice, not thrice,
but it became something that happened his moodwise.
I can't continue thinking about the red marks on my body,
So, I pop the fifth balloon,
and keep waking.
And there finally came a day,
wherein again the red colour was spilled all over,
my wrist had a cut, that i was tryna cover,
Don't know when, I lost all my senses,
whatever happened next, I can't remember the Instances.
Dreadful it was, but I am alive,
Coz God loved me upto gallons.
I popped one of the last balloons,
and kept walking under the left one.
My heart was collapsing,
I wanted to die,
Since, there was nowhere my freedom to buy ,
I was walking and am walking,
and have crossed miles from that cage,
Red I fear : gone are the days.
Red I love are the days,
Self love, it is.
It's dark now, I can see the moon,
but this time, I know I'll see the light soon.
So, the last balloon,
No I didn't pop this time,
I let it free,
It fly so high,
That no longer I can see.
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As far as the road takes
Up until the road fades
Oh my love I will accompany you
Till the trails of moon left us
As the setting of sun bereave thus
Oh my love
I can follow you
Hissing bees
Stinking alleys
Haunted Houses
Striking light
Dull bright
Dry drain
Glorious pain
Hurrying lane
Lone cane
Forged myth
Carved beneath
Love thy lover
Thou shall succeed
Oh my love...
Abandon me not
Nay will I
As far as the road takes
Up until the road fades
Oh my love I will accompany you
Till the trails of moon left us
As the setting of sun bereave thus
Oh my love
I can follow you
Hissing bees
Stinking alleys
Haunted Houses
Striking light
Dull bright
Dry drain
Glorious pain
Hurrying lane
Lone cane
Forged myth
Carved beneath
Love thy lover
Thou shall succeed
Oh my love...
Abandon me not
Nay will I