I am searching for that version of you everywhere.
Without fail, I wander there.
Tell me you don't mean all that you said.
The words, the meaning-
Tell me it's all just a fake tale.
You can agree to disagree with me.
Tell me, we can still coexist with fair.
I am searching for that version of you everywhere.
That made love with open glare.

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You're mine, or I am yours?
Does it matter when being together is the only cause?
I can say, and you can feel.
Perhaps this makes us a poetic reel.
You're mine, or I am yours?
Let our eyes solve this sweet chaos.
You can hide, and I can see.
When glances make love free.
You're mine, or I am yours?
Let this question bloom our love even more.

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collasal kajal...
Dark, waterproof, and hide,
All that meets the eye.

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a heart filled with hurt from that someone.
That, when your heart think of the hurt,
It bleeds those memories out of your system.

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When things are fine, don't scratch it too much to make it bleed.

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Tujhe bhulne ki chah me har roz tujhe yaad karte hai hum,
Aey bewafa.. tere har waadon ko tabeez me bandke rakhte hai hum.
Tu fiqre na kar...
Tu fiqre na kar ki tu kisi ke yaad me shamil hai ki nahi.
Jitni dafa khudko milne ki raha me nikaltey hai hum, har shaam tujhe unn galiyo me paatey hai hum.

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Mat dekhiye aise ki logo ki jaan chali jaayein,
Kuch unme bhi rehne dijiye taaki har baar apko taakte rehne pe majboor ho jaayein.

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Hide the baggage of pills,
But you peeped through the sheets,
And saw me in pit.
I tried to close the curtains and
End it there,
But you already had me in your mind,
So you dare.
To look beneath it,
Only to find me in despair.

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Tired but hopeful,
To a busy ending,
And a new beginning.
Friday mornings are an ache,
Waiting to be stretched,
To relieve the gland.

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The mind is high,
And I just sigh,
To the possibilities of me,
Trying to capture the locks of my key,
Ending every day with a cue,
To remorse over the touch of dew.
I end up and up again,
To the feeling of guilt,
Over the lost stories to rebuilt.
The mind is high,
Yet trying to fly,
To the endless possibilities of me,
Of the desire to break free.

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