Moist warmth of the air, concealing
nostalgia. Silence revealing
the whispers of the breath. Strolling
lonesome in the twilight, talking
quietly to the self , and remembering
the matured infancy of a lingering
past. Home, a place for purifying
my heart and comforting
my bleeding soul. Soothing
known voices sheltering from the perturbing
of an inhumane love. Home, pillowing
a peaceful night, before the dawn is instituting
the indomitable, eternal state of a human being.
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I wanted to say this, but never thought you would understand it. Wanted to say it in person, but have my reasons not to, now. There are time...
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Chalo aankho se hi aankho ke beech baatein kiye jayein In lafzon ki in ankhon ko zarurat kya hai.. Tumhe ankho se bayaan kar de dil ke jaz...
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Kisi ranjish ko hawa do ki mai zinda hu abhi Mujhko ehsas dila do ki mai zinda hu abhi Samay ke beetne se ghaav bhi bhar jaenge Koi aur ghaa...
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