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Agr tum mango th saja du chand ko tumhari ungilon pr,
aur laga du unn jagmagate sitaro ko tumhari pehre-dari pr,
Magar darta hu ki...
unki roshni m kahi tum mujhe na dekh paaogi.
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I am twenty,
No FA-MI-LY.
I smile when I see something obscene...
No one tells me that, it's not the way to be!
But everybody makes pun, outta me.
I am too young... to fight the world.
But yeah I do, hold the sword.
I don’t know what to do...
Should I cut the leaf or the damn tree.
Yeah I don’t know what to do.
I have no dream that can be true,
But I do trust me, never gonna loose belief and I know...
I will be someone-you look up to.
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There are eyes looking at you.
There are eyes holding the glance of you.
My eyes are looking for you.
My eyes wanna look at you.
My eyes are holding secrets that, I wanna share just with you.
But I can’t share.
I still hold them in my eyes.
And my eyes are screaming at you.
Waiting for you to look into them.
Though you don’t understand their language...
they are still struggling to explain themselves to you.
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The feeling that you have,
The need of filling the vacant.
The touch of loneliness and callings of the ocean.
No colors to me, I am my own shroud.
No fear of heights but cravings to topple.
I wanna stand tall but nothing powers my knees.
And all this burden on my shoulder makes me weak.
No more “Cheers” left in me.
I miss,
The way I was, the way I used to be.
It’s all broken crockery, no gold to make it unique,
The things I do are just worthless and oblique.
I speak, I scream, with death I deal.
But it’s just for a while until I leave.
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Han nhi hu mai tumhare sapno ka Rajkumar.
Na he mai safed ghode p sawar aata hu...
Pr kya mai tumse door kabhi jaa pata hu?
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Look me in the eyes!
Look a little longer,
Baby, it’s alright.
Hold my hands…
Hold my arm-walking beside,
Darling, it’s alright.
Come meet me baby!
Just stay the night,
Baby, it’s alright.
Don’t say goodbye…
It’s not right.
Hug me longer,
Keep listening to my heartbeat.
Ohh darling, it’s alright.
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Hurts so hard god knows the reason,
It feels like I am in the prison.
Hard to drink and gulping impossible!
Chocking on food is all that’s real.
I have been sad for all those years;
Forgot how to smile and now i’am accustomed to tears.
Nothing scares me anymore,
As I have lived all those years in tears.
The things I have know while growing the beard.
I did it all alone, I did it in those years.
I am driven by passion,
I have control of all the gears.
Shredding my ass, giving all my hours
I will make it coz… I choose my career.
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I have heard from some lucky peps that mom is your first love...
So why am I lovelorn?
I have heard that you family loves you....
So why am I lovelorn?
I have heard there comes a time in life where you find "THE ONE" who will love you for just the way you are...
I have been with many, but still... Why am I lovelorn?
Is this because I think different?
Is this because I am hard to be understood?
Every time I start to feel that this is it!
I have achieved the Love that I always wanted and I try to hold it tight it just turns into sand and slips out of my fist and then I think again scratching my head and pulling my hair that...
WHY AM I A LOVELORN?
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She comes as quite as a whisper,
Behaving as calm as a snail.
Still somehow turns my world upside down;
leaving me in a chaotic game,
as if the whole world is shouting her name.
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I would want that all to happen for the first time.
I want all these feelings to be washed away.
I want to feel the warmth of the sun for the first time once.
I wanna cry in my mothers arms for the first time once again.
I wanna crawl back into her arms for the first time once again,
Those arms used to take my pain away.
I wanna see the flight of a butterfly for the first time once again;
No wonder that’s a gaze.
I wanna believe in magic for the first time.
I want the tooth fairy to teach me loosing’s a gain,
For the first time once again.
I wanna dance for the first time and feel that fall once again.
I wanna be touched by the love of my life for the first time once again,
But this time I want to be able to wash it all away.
I wanna drain all of my sorrows, I don’t want to be judged on my way.
I don’t wanna drown in the sorrow,
I want to make it happen for the first time all over again.
It’s no wonder I am in search of that first time once again.
I wish, I could, If I could, I would, flush it all away.
I want these unwanted memories to wash off so that,
I can feel it for the first time all over again.
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