Trapped in the silence,
and the voices lost in space.
Down towards the lost cause,
where the boy used to stay.

It's the wind that blows,
captures the freedom of falling.
Behind the hollow scenes,
where the boy was crawling.

It fills my heart,
as the stories fade.
Those we carry with us,
into the wilds without a shade.

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You might Ignore what I feel for you,
But never Ignore what you feel after ignoring me.

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People never wait if you walk slow,
let them run fast.
They will never know what treasure is it to see a different world.

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Like a destruction out of a flame,
barefoot alone he built the rage.
like a man without a name.
a villian roared inside the cage.

he tried to escape the ghastly soul,
the one who wanted him to cast.
with a step he fell into the hole,
he caught himself among the last.

The aftermath of broken glass,
reminded him of those who screamed.
murmurs surrounded the dreadful cass,
he slowly froze inside his dreams.

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Afraid of the truths which have made me feel like a ghost,
Beyond all those sins that I have lived throughout the most.

Nothing seems right to me as my memories are being scattered,
Beneath the open sky I wish all those lights mattered.

Murmurs of all the fairy tales of a dark ghastly soul,
Are burning my beliefs with the fire inside a coal.

I was lifeless and I knew one day it would end,
Looking back and I rest down the journey I began.

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बेहती हुई नींदों में, वो पुराने सपने हैं तो सही;
कोई ले आए नयी मोहब्बत अगर, तो क्या बात है ||

बदला ही तो है उसने एक और महल नया,
आवाज़ बन कर मैं ना गूंजूं, तो क्या बात है ||

ये नयी सियासत है, तो भी कुबूल है मुझे,
तुझसे जीत ही जाऊं मैं अगर, तो क्या बात है ||

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You fought with me all those thoughtless battles,
I wish I could change how those stories rattles.

Beneath the passion there was a lie we addressed,
We were faking the reality with the shadow of depressed .

Yet we lifted together all those fallen attires,
Could we have it again, our thousand desires?

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In a subtle tint of blue and black,
Who knew one day he'd choke alone.

A breath he took and stayed aback,
Shred all his heart with a squinching moan.

Trying to fill the empty sack,
He burnt down all the hollow bones.

The buried-one, he wished to catch,
All to find the real, among the clones.

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Just like the small ripples,
That you created and now,
I don't exist.
It's Hard to tell if it's wind or is it rain?
Like the moment when I had to,
let you go.

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