riding the waves of imagination
ive lost my state of conjugation
when my mind wants to fly
my dreams wants to die
emotions incessantly pouring out
emptying my conscience, killing my scout
exhausted eyes can no more behold
contrasting visuals leaving outcomes blindfold
its not the way it used to be
what used to be is a golden memory
now not much is left upto me
let life test me,let this be my destiny..
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time n again the same wounds resurface some sounds which had clung on to my ears when i was there some moments which i forgot by the roadsid...
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just when i found myself free you bounded me in chains mysteriously when i tried to run out you carved me on the wall to shout what is it th...
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There are millions of sides to everyone of us. Everyone is somewhere or the other trying to relate, what we actually are. But we are not wha...
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