A song for you.
After a long time
I met myself today
And all I did was write a song,
A song for you.
A song I can sing to myself,
When I meet myself the next time.
The song is about tasteless evenings
Bursting out of untamed locks
Swirling freely with the unruly winds.
About the gazes of strangers
That would've locked together
Had the darkness not strayed them apart.
A song about lights peeping out of the sky,
But wait, why?
Why does my song fade out,
While the wind howls on,
Then goes out,
As if it were a mere light of the candle!
Or maybe it just moves its home,
And continues to play
At the back of my mind.
A song for you
Which I'll sing to myself
Whenever I meet myself again.

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Today, we walk past each other like strangers, without exchanging a glance. Would we do the same, in another time, in another world or would you rather, walk upto me with a smile, greet me with your usual cheerfulness and start a random conversation, cling onto it as if it were your breath! And I would smile back and ensure to keep fueling the conversation with animated gestures. In another world, in another time.— % &

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It might look like I'm doing the things I am for a social cause, for betterment, because I believe in goodness. Deep inside I know none of that is true, can anyone really be that selfless? All I'm doing is looking for solace, to forget a feeling even if it is by exhausting myself, by burning myself out, living a moment and a half in a moment.— % &

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There was a hole in my stomach and I could feel it grow. I bent forward from the pain with my gaze fixated to the little birdie fluttering right across me. It was a happy mynah just going around in its usual self. That day, for the first time ever I longed to be ordinary. Ripped apart from my everyday, I longed to return to the life I was so tired of just hours before.

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With time I'll slowly fade out of your memories, in the darkness, without making a sound, you'll hardly realize it. Then one day on a stormy night, sharp lightening will strike, the blinding flash will bring to you a picture of my silhouette, leaving you wondering where I've been this long!

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I trudge on, with a small hole in my soul. My energies constantly leaking out, one sunray at a time. I put my hand against my heart, trying to stop it escaping,my fingers turn golden pink holding back the light, drenched in its color. I trudge on, with what is left of me, towards the sky, where I can finally seal my soul, with the sky oozing into it and making me a sun. And then I may return, or I may choose to shine upon you from infinity, a place I call my own.

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How lucky am I? I'm blooming red flower with the sweetest smell. All the joys of the world lie within me. The sun above me, smiles at me as I bloom. People watch me awestruck as they walk past me. "Oh how lovely! I absolutely love it!" they had said just as they reached out to pluck me off my stem. I died. From love.

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Oh! What a long, lonely journey life is! Wretched, it reminds you time and again that you're by yourself and yet you spend it looking for togetherness. A room full of familiar faces gather around as you lie motionless on your death bed. And in that room, on that bed, at that very moment, with everything you have had behind you, you will want to start your next journey. Alone, just how this one began, and ended.

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I knew you wouldn't love me the most in the world forever, but how was I to guess, that your wings would spread so soon, so wide and far. I watch you take off as I stand dumbfounded still where I was, with chains around my ankles, which we created together, one loop at a time.

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In my desperation to feel wanted, maybe loved, I feverishly skim through my memories to find those that soothe me, but all I find is you, and I know that you're not what I'm looking for. But I'm flooded, I'm not even sure which of these are memories and which ones what I had imagined. I put away my collection and walk right out of the room, before someone finds me, here, like this.

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