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lonely battles, endless dreams, with dark red eyes, my childhood screams
Nothing is going, on my way, "It's my time" is hard to say
How to move, how to fall, frustration is growing tall
Still I try to find my way, "It's my time" is hard to say
With loads of hope of mom & dad, I stand tall.. cuz i can't fall
two pairs of never ending dreams, I'll make my way.. Someday
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Your 6th birthday, was my first
With glittering eyes, you made me yours
Your love was priceless and so warm,
None could make any harm.
Next birthday, you got one more,
You kept me close, like before
Hugging me in frozen nights,
Won't let me vanish from your sight
Years passed, people changed,
but you remained the same
That made me special & so proud
Felt luckiest in the crowd
This is your 15th birthday
I don't remember mine, anyway
The basement is now where I stay
From your heart I was kicked away
No regret for what happened,
this cruel world would never listen
You're grown up now, not a boy
But I'm that, Same old Toy
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As a child, I had much to do
Crushed it, when I tried to grew
Participant of the Rat Race, I am
Suddenly everything was scattered away
Now when I try to think of you
And calculate what went wrong
Where was my mind that day?
Why everything went so wrong?
After endless struggle, when I dream
Those equations , cry and scream
My demand curve went wrong way
And that was the end of everything
The sweet little Tom & Jerry
still playing with no worries
Then my mind cries and says
those days are so far away
Every-time when I think of it
I think as I'm a liar and cheat
After this endless bargaining
Life ends here.... Screaming
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The busy hours at nine,
running at the last minute.
Those never ending classes
now i miss them in every
minute..
Give me back my school days
is the only thing to say.
Let me go to school for once,
that's the only prayer i pray.
The heap of lunch boxes
and the rush for the recess
break,
give me back my school days
is the only wish to make.
Last night study and crying for
buddy,
i really miss them all
teachers question and empty
faces
makes me laugh when i recall
getting a star or a zero
makes no difference right now,
i wanna have my school days
back
please give it to me somehow...
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Holy books says it all
You taught me how to crawl
This will never change
Never ends never fades
Dear God where you are?
Shattered piece of childish dreams
This will never change
Never ends never fades.
I can fight for all my life,
Not broken, not broken inside
Never be so frustrated,
Not going to commit suicide.
Fuc*ing faith will fall,
Mortals will stand tall
Hell and heaven are all the same
Live your life, don't die in vain
Only you and I can make
A better world for tomorrow
Have faith in yourself
And wipe off the tears of sorrow
Make me scream, Make me cry
I'll never fail to try.
This night's has an end
No pain will remain
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Have u watched d cloudy sky 2day,
have u watched d gloomy sea,
have u watched that painful rain 2day,
that was poured at me..........
have u wiped your tears by walking n
d rain,
have u lost your smile 2 find me again,
r u hiding d pain by your pale mystic
smile,
r u finding me again n d depth f d
Nile.........
r u still listening 2 those stars,
who paved u d way,
r u finding those mists,
which have something 2 say.....
these r all fake belongings,
these will go n vain,
just keep your mind open,
n u will find me again.....
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When you fear for loosing me,
I really don't care.
I rewind to my past
and I'm still standing there.
When you say if I go
surely you will die.
It seems to be baseless
And I really don,t cry.
I really don't care about,
I really don't know how.
Believe me,
Love and lust are in the same order now
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A boy slept every night,
but never had a dream.
One day he dreamt of a girl,
but she was unknown to him.
He thought all day,
all night for her.
The next day in the bus stop,
he had just shivered.
A girl with curly hair,
sitting just before.
Waiting for a bus to catch,
and she looked so bored.
When she walked into,
it was 20 passed four.
The boy just blurred,
"Please wait for a little more"
Next day again,
she came in his dream.
he just thought that,
he was having a blessing.
That day he again,
waited for her.
waited till the,
twinkle of a star.
He came back home,
and waited for that dream,
but that night he had,
dreamt no dream.
he realised of having
such illusion
his dreams were big,
but had no truth in this connection..
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This is from kolkata*1,
the city of joy.
In one side lies the Taj*2,
and the other side a homeless boy.
In one end we enjoy
31st park st.*3 night,
the other end depicts,
a survival fight.
A match of eden*4,
has a crowd of a crore.
Road beggar lying,
condition critical.
no one takes him,
to the nearby hospital.
You can't draw an end
to this evil discrimination.
well, this is the story,
of our beloved nation.
This is not hatred,
but itself a fact.
This is the hightime,
for having a pact.
Day by day
we are dividing and rule,
Year after year,
we are making us fool.
So lets make this nation,
a beautiful one.
so that everyone calls us,
"the land of uprising sun"
Now please forget our,
personal sorrow.
so that we can make,
a better tomorrow
*1------ old capital of India
*2------ one of the costliest hotel of India
*3------ known for celebrating new year
*4------ Biggest cricket ground in India
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At an unusual time, I slept at 2
This is a real story... really true
went into bed, not sick or tired
and dreamt a dream so clear
was on a train.. don't know how.
was going where? can't remember now.
hopped out and was about to move,
A girl comes close enough
In my dream she was a friend,
Sorry can't remember her now.
We both were happy and so wild,
for a moment I found my lost smiles
I always wanted to spend some time,
she told, "I have a little time"
Till 4 she can only wait
Walked with me till my gate
She told we have a little time
It was our last meet cuz it was 4
Suddenly I woke up.... AND THE CLOCK STRUCT FOUR
based on a real life incident that happened with me couple of months before
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