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Showing posts with label Hurt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hurt. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

The Princess Pride

Said I said I am sorry  
A thousand time and more   
Now you say, you going to have to    
Change the keys, your number   
Some how I understand  


Said, I said I didn't mean to   
Make you cry, humble you, your opinion   
You regret walking into my bubble  
And now, earth quakes and   
Bubble burst


I am with remorse  
You are with remorse   
And over night we have been  
Transported from paradise   
To nightmares    


I said, said I am sorry  
But it was too late, for conversations  
And the charm is gone, no magic in the air  
And the smile is gone, no jokes to share 
And we no longer look, in each others eyes  


And my presences repulse   
And I can't wait to escape   
And time watch, is given relevance  
In conversation we have   
A means of diverting attention   


But before we get to this stage
I awake at dawn to change course 
This was a nightmare, to be vanquished 
That I will distance from reality, as we wish
For you will always be my princess bride 
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Monday, 18 July 2011

Stranger Than Fiction

On mask worn 
Identity on spinning wheels 
To give false notions, emotion 


Thorns  on  narrow roads walked on  
Telescopes with blurry visions  
Compass spinning with no thought   


Of direction, purpose, sequence   
Giving way to none on blockade    
And the wind is on strike   


Even the lightest feather knows no breeze   
The elephant in the room, chasing his tail  
Braking chalices and china plates in the process  


No one knows what roads to take, delimma of actions    
To assert whether this is reality or a dream   
But some times, when ordinary gives way to surreal  


Life can be stranger than fiction   
Imitating art, imitating life, imitating art  
I am left without a voice when angels falls   
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Sunday, 17 July 2011

Heart Strings


Strings unfold, recoil, 
Yin yang sown  hearts endeavor   
Phantom and reality laced


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