We’ve sold ourselves
To the people around
Some have limited to the bodies
N some have sold their souls
How valuable is it to be oneself, anymore
Wrapped-up in a cocoon of forgery
Does one really care of the original being
Its just show biz
Many have already died
But the sensation of death is yet to be realized
How does it feel
To be a part of this numbness
Not to be the real me
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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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She came to our house sometime in 1996. The upper story of our house was newly constructed. I remember what a struggle it was to bring all f... -
again the dark night is here.. again it has brought some unanswered questions.. life has become as dark as the night itself.. it would have ...
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