My homeland is not a suitcase and I am no traveler,
But I keep walking , where am I going ?
I walk through nights dismal and dreary, and days that seem to sing a melancholy of their own
I hear people, laughing, talking, loving.. I try to silence the voices, but they keep ringing in my ears
I try to walk away, but the voices, they follow me everywhere
Am I moving towards the beginning or is this the end running towards me?
Where am I going, I don’t know
But I keep walking, and that’s all that really matters..
 
 
 
 

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When you saw yourself as an empty bedroom, I saw museums in you

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The bus comes to a halt,

I get down and look around,

The street looks and feels just like my heart : Empty..

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And when I'm gone,
Remember me as a smile in an old photograph,
Someone who used to make you laugh

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Maybe in a parallel world..
Your songs will be about me
Maybe in a parallel world..
My heartbreak won't be about you..

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~Fragile human relationships~

Despite giving it your best,
Isn't it you who always ends up asking yourself "Is today the tomorrow, that we wished for, yesterday?"

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"You're beautiful", he says
I try to look for you in his eyes..

- Voids that feel like your absence

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Life and time are fleeting moments..
We only leave behind the words that we speak..
Words can either plant flowers or create thorns that prick for a lifetime..

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Tum aana kuch pal lekar..
Hum zindagi tumhare naam kardenge..

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Take me to the most painful places in your heart
Let me turn your wounds into poetry...

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