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I do believe in commuting tears to words and feelings to intellect. Its always atrocious to me, but I can't stand deaf to the voices inside.
In some speechless moment Your thinking Tweak a string of violin to fiddle at mine ears and it feels like I have baffled the way in the thick forest of voices (The thick forest of voices, in which there is not even a single tree, having words of tenderness embedded for me) All around me, looks a carnival of thousands and thousands of tones, yet I wish only to hear you (and no one else) Your voice, ah! I know, not meant for me..... But, the violin, grief-stricken on your silence is mine, just mine Hey darling...... my soul mate! Don't ask for (deflowered) dreams The dreams, for whom I spent every evening of me with lightning bug (But in morning awoke the emblem of Nox) Don't ask..... The dreams for whom I wished to have ocean (of love) flowing over my palms (But it was only the sand, my reward Don't ask The dreams for whom I adored to throw away my Eden to hell (But ah! my hands burnt.....)
In the end, with defeated steps, I turned my way back to home (But I incurred all the ways, lost)
So my dear, my friend, my soul mate! Don't ask for my defaced aches Don't..... Don't ask today of my ruined dreams
(and for no one else)
(1) In the faint lights of creeping night! Opening the books I am entirely in one affair, its Maths...... (Understanding the question & then adding, subtracting, dividing and multiplying) I conceive myself extremely skilled in it But... Ain't I know that there are others Who don't know even its ABC's but yet At every moment of life calculate their anguish Compute their grieves Question themselves and try to answer it In the dim lights of creeping night! they address their stomachs (empty & crying with hunger)
(2) Integrate the event, and what answer be appeared They look over With grief-stricken eyes underpin the tears To get back differential In the dim lights of creeping night! They get exhausted gravely (Me, too........) This is what blending every night What would happen if we get rest... Let see Let sleep today!!!!!!!!!
It was just me & my madness, at the first rain of departure My insight was disregarding nothing but myself, at the first rain of departure
It looked like the stones of loneliness falling over me My soul oppressed into pieces, at the first rain of departure
At one side, there was an unfertile soil of my adoration On the other, there was the ocean of majesty
Laughing hysterically, after scripting some one's name on the sand What the absurdness was that, at the first rain of departure
From my eyes to her, there was the bridge of tears Along the wetness of dry weathers, at the first rain of departure
On finding my hairs off-white, I commemorate
Once I sworn to get my childhood back from you
What beautiful is that day, charming and shining Some where sun rays are dancing, some where its the shade which govern Some where a butterfly is flirting the flowers Some where color of her wings is pasted to the finger tips Some where clouds of tenderness float in eyes Some where there is nothing but desert all around In such season, in the graveyard of my thoughts In the kinks of my bed, bends on my forehead In the assembly of colors, footstep of fragrance In the redness of my cheeks and smile of lips It hidden well the inner wounds But it hurts deep Else, What beautiful is that day, charming and shining
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