Writers are intoxicated by the world they see
The world of brutal deaths and humming bees
The world where people are free
Or enslaved by people like thee
The world full of tragic seas
Or they are in their own glee
Making monuments, breaking streets
Whatever they can, whatever they please
Its all just words play
How they put it
And what they say
But in the end it all pays
As they slay whatever they say.

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आधे अधूरे में जो दर्द है
वोह पुरा ना होने में कहा!

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Not something perfect, just something real.

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"Because I know if I chase you you will never be found."

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But many of us people are lonely.

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The mountains of misunderstandings, distrust and jealousy to finally meet the ocean of understanding, trust and peace.

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For Him


He really is more than my worth.

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The woes of the people


Noone wants to listen them.

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If you love me


You might never even try liking me.

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Myself into you


I like when you find me in deepest parts of you.

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