Why do I seek to escape when the heart desires to stay?
Why does it hurt so much when everything is so perfect?
Each time failure, like venom, fetters me firmly to the ground
Why does it hurt so much when everything is so perfect?
I tend to fly to reach the sky and
grab the moon and search for nectar.
grab the moon and search for nectar.
I conquer the battle of life with a superior detachment
yet I connect and attach to every single emotion and
accept defeat in my every day struggle!
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Deafening, ear splitting whispers of my past
create a castle of memories
And I live to die.
Yet promises of future lure me towards a horizon
making reality and dreams meet
And I die to live!
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I stand in a chaos of a market place
And think of his twinkling mischievous eyes
those create a soothing gentle silence around my heart.
Then, I am among the serene magnificent
stillness of the mountains
stillness of the mountains
and perceive his vibrating resonant caressing voice
that creates a pandemonium in my senses.
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So – called friends would vouch for such pure love
and I would observe, turning away in disgust,
their roving ugly eyes searching for my bareness
underneath all the layers of clothes .
But I would be caught in the magic of those tranquil eyes
and rush to clothe his body with my nudity in burning fire!
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I travel a full circle to mark an end to my journey
And suddenly a promising pair of eyes
Make me prepared for a new beginning!
That groovy dimpled smile make me yearn for a new future
with lots of promise and hope for a fresh birth.
Yet often in the night among the pitch dark silence
the bottle of sleeping pills on my shelf start a serpent dance
luring me, enticing me,
towards a peaceful permanent end!
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