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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Bas dhuan hai.jalta dhuan. Meri gunguni palko se pighalta dhuan. ek udas sham sa dhalta dhuan. bin soye anginat raate chalta dhuan. khwabo k... -
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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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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