One day...
One day...
One day...

Not today though...
But when things get better...
But when times are better...
But when moods are better...

Not today...
Not today.
Not today!

So many families made
on the excuses of ghostly love...
So many hearts waiting
for the ghost to be corporeal...
So many hearts bear love's entitlement
but never see love in the face...

For the promise of being loved...
One fine, perfect day.
The promise of being loved.
The perfect prison.

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A heart that refrains from trusting anyone.

A hand that only knows how to raise hell.

A spirit that opposes everything friendly.

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जब थकान से टूटे हुए पांव चलते चलते
रात के स्तब्ध अंधकार को मिलते हैं

तब पीड़ा, पछतावा और प्रेम से मन में
उत्तम उपन्यासो की उत्पत्ति होती है

क्लांति से भरे हाथ कलम का हल लिए
कागज के खेत पर लिखित दरारें डालने लगते है

और मन के कोख में घुटे हुए शब्द कागज
के पन्ने पर मोक्ष प्राप्त कर लेते है

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My love for you is kept in a crystal box
It shimmers a bit blue
I tried giving it, sending it, gifting it
But it was not wanted by you
So I've kept it in the leftmost corner
On the top of my "memory-shelf"
Take it when you feel like it
We will wait there for you...

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We were so much

In love with humans,

That we forgot

We were humans too.

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The first shy glance,
The first blush and smile,
Are all as fleeting as chance,
For fates move a minute a mile.

The heart will bloom,
Dance in the rain,
And be wrapped in gloom,
End up with pain.

For as the milk so pure,
Goes sour in the end,
Love unrecognized goes bitter,
And all emotions are drained.

Just as a rose withers away,
Stubborness gives way to fate,
The eyes stop their sway,
And Love meets it's expiration date.

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The birthday of a week.
The day of rest.
Sunday is payback for the previous week's troubles.

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Sitting here and listening to you.
Unable to speak a word.
You have all the counter promises.
All my complaints get smothered.

You smirk behind your sincere voice.
I recognise the hiss amidst all your noise.
I see poison fumes from your breath.
Oh how my trust has met its death!

Red lips, brown lips, dry lips, wet lips.
All words dripping crimson.
Your words smooth and glide.
Over the truth you fruitlessly hide.

I glare and burrow deep into your eyes.
I hear the shatter of the glass of lies.
The broken shards cut into my vein.
But you will never find me again.

I nod my way through all your guile.
All you will ever deserve is my fake smile.

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If you didn't want to read me…
No No… if you didn't have time to read me…

Then why keep me captive?
Why add my thoughts to your prizes?

Burn me and scatter me to the winds!
Release me from your bondages!

I'd rather be unknown than be unread.
I'd rather be unknown than be unread!

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Some now have the privilege to take it for granted,

Because some once had the privilege to die for it.

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