Not meant to be silent
You were not meant to be silent
You got to be responsive and resilient
There is nothing more to give vent
This is feeling which is to be sent
There may be none for person
He may be neglected for any reason
Yet he is true and to the cause
Why do you leave him? Because.....
It is not the starts that make the union
There may be difference of opinion
But no one disregards for no fault
The friendship is not something like to be guarded in vault
You may not like to see bright day
You may prefer black night in your way
Still there lies preference
One can differentiate and draw inference
I shall not seek personal audience
It was desire the day you left since
It was like putting salt in wound
I felt no pinch even if it was found
Whatever may be the grievance?
There is no use to continue hence
Forgiveness is best option given
We are never narrowly driven
It has been tradition since years
We are used to bad words to hear
Still they appear nice and acceptable
As we did accept it as respectable
You had entered as thin air
I was compelled to see your beautiful hair
You moved in with elegant style
I was totally lost for a while
You smiled and left the room
There prevailed again the gloom
I came out of room and went for stroll
She remained through out in mind like doll
It can be taken as good sign
At least she was inclined and resigned
The whole concept was to be redesigned
She stood there perfect in new dress design
She had her own idea about life to be spent
She had preferred not palace but the tent
She never commented about poor condition
It was her way of living without precondition
You faced many set backs
The kindness you had proved simple draw back
You were easily carried away and sunk
I treated you well even though was fully drunk
You took complete shift by surprise
You did not allow sun to rise
You made up your mind to wind
All past connections no where to find
It was bound to cast gloom as you decided
Severance of all relations yet not to be confided
It was pure and individual perception to follow
At least as a friend I had no other option but to allow
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An endless nights
Is it uncommon to think endlessly in nights?
I am unsure of what is wrong or right
I was I search of something and it was not seen
I tried desperately to look around as if was so much keen
I couldn’t sleep for many nights as thoughts kept on invading
The moon was overshadowed and had effect of cascading
The memory was getting full and some times fading
I had failed to grasp but kept on analyzing and reading
It was clear case of desertion
I was out from her list and posed a very big question
It might be remaining the same state of affairs with others
It was nevertheless peculiar condition and continued to bother
I tried to comprise on each and everything
We had happy married life and lacked nothing
The time was passing very easily and proving no night mare
It was heaven on earth and I preferred not to go anywhere
What was going on in wife’s mind remained complete mystery?
She was not at all pulling on well and I was feeling scary
This used to hurt me from within as I doubted descendant of gloom
She was having something in mind when I observed her minutely in room
One fine morning I found no trace of her as she was gone
I couldn’t read her note as it had devastating effect of cyclone
I couldn’t control the feelings and tears just rushed
She had bade farewell once for all and I was simply pushed
I was completely shattered and saw helplessly at the sky
I had no reason to feel frustrated but then also asked why
I surrendered to her wishes and gave fair trial
She never accepted me as her man and remained adamant on denial
It was complete breach of trust entered with holy deal
Everything was to be built in trust to look real
It is essential that married life must move on smoothly
There should be left no room to address it and must be spent nicely
She may have some reservation ion her mind
I tried all the way to analyze but couldn’t find
Even though I had remained throughout gentleman and kind
She had different views and found it as unfavorable wind
I was at pain to learn the things at this stage
It may prove very difficult to manage
Why such things should emerge at later age
Will it not be written as sad even on page?
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She was silent
She was silent and deep in thought
As if she feared a battle to be fought
She had near escape from real struggle
Life was challenge and full of troubles
She shared always with me her secret
Her words spoke of bad luck and fate
What and how the people had deceived?
How badly she was treated and received?
As female it was too much for her
Lot many things worried and this had led her to bother
It was not easy to counter propaganda
When each and everything was to be proved as contra
I was called specially to listen to her views
She had limited friends and confided to only few
I watched her pale face and wondered
She was fresh like rose earlier and smile was always offered
Here she was before me as if not as loving person
But down with worries and reasons
She was feeling lonely and feared from people
It was not good now to continue life as single
She was asking me to give opinion
How will it be nice to find companion?
I was judging her mood so avoided an answer
But I assumed rain was about to shower
I am not sure what was in her mind
Why was she so desperate to find?
A friend at this critical juncture
Where as she had refused in past for anything sure
Was I in her mind as possible savior?
It will be wrong on my part to whistle or murmur
I thought for a while and kept safe distance
She was looking at my eyes and took real chance
I was for her in past and had expressed
She was all for glory and out rightly had dismissed
My proposal for alliance and hence we had parted
Now it was her proposal again and I got startled
Not that bad! I smiled within
It was purely an incidental win
She was there for me waiting
I smiled and expressed desire for dating
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A beautiful Gul
Gul, Gul, Gul
You are so beautiful
Gul is flower in garden
I noticed it all of sudden
I found her up in the morning
Her rosy face simply shining
Bright eyes stared as if inviting
Was it for passion igniting?
It was magnetic pull
There prevailed natural lull
Still moon remained in circle and full
I was not worried about attack from bull
I was totally mesmerized
The things were not to be summarized
It did make magic and surprise
This was something new and very good prize
How could she be in my domain?
She should not be away and remain
Totally indifferent and only in dream
How to bring her in pure love stream?
How many thoughts just crossed the mind?
How all of sudden I was able to find
She must be elegant and very kind
I was brought in sense by flow of wind
It made me to think in another direction
What will be her move and next action?
Will she be angry as hostile reaction?
As she was hailing from wealthy section
I could still read lines on her face
I was definitely for her in race
I want her to be on my side in any case
She must fall in line and not make memory to erase
This is what I consider as cherished dream
I don’t want to loose her and cry with scream
She may not opt for simple person
She may be compelled by any reason
I never knew morning breezes are so cool
They can’t push you to look like fool
It is freshness of flowers that is brought
One understands it and it is never taught
Soon her reddish face was about to disappear
There was so much pain to bear
I could see her murmur but couldn’t hear
She must be thanking me as dear
She engulfed me through the day
I had dreamed of very good way
Alas! I could offer her rose flower
My gesture would have been the best answer
the mind does develop reactive feeling
it is natural to go for it without thought killing
What will happen even if we get total failure?
It will enrich you and make the way very sure
She was almost there with hands on her eyes
I could only stare at her and could not ask why?
She utter few words in my ears for acknowledgement
It was now my turn to make positive movement
Gul……flower
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Where Is She
Not a single day has passed without you in mind
Lots of excuses come across as thought to find
You were never away in the past for a single minute
You were uncontrollable at home and never remained mute
Whole day passed off amidst your little noise
You were always ready for something to poise
You may venture for something and make my blood pulses up
I had no option but to remain silent and shut up
Today she is not in this lovely home
I look at door steps for her welcome
I know she may come any time and knock
I puffed more from cigars and left thick smoke
You have nice art to make me smile
You will not allow gloom to descent even for while
You may keep me engaged in lovely conversation
Remind me all the time about commitment and healthy relation
Her absence has made me totally blank
From the sun rise I have taken nothing or drank
I must admit her presence as some source of strength
Without her I am unable to adjust or take comfortable breath
I can do nothing without her being on my side
She will lean on my solder and confide
Whisper lovely and sweet words in my ears
She had made me fully dependent on her for years
Today I realize her importance when she is not here
I used to neglect everything when she was with me or near
She won’t bother me for even small things
Life at home without her is dreaded for something
Lovely home is zero without her sweet smile
I am on bed and thinking for it meanwhile
How come females have strong will power to control?
When nothing can be made available without shout call?
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Love is................
Does the love represent natural phenomenon with universal language
Has it to do anything with cast, creed, color, race religion or age?
How are we going to define it in real context with exact meaning?
Why everybody is expected to do something more with kind leaning?
Love is something which has remained unclear to many so far?
It emerges from no where and takes us to new
No one can be sure of when and how it started with precision?
Individual is lost in race without making proper decision
It is assumed that it has origin in early days of childhood
Parents too allow good and friendly relations in neighborhood
Good dress, smart turn easily draw the boys to imagination
Knowingly or unknowingly they fall prey to culmination
It does not speak any informal language or follow
People are drawn towards each other and allow
Coming to so close with intention of knowing well
Not sure of any outcome or, life turning into hell
Why love has been taken as message of God to preach?
Are the religion books not sufficient enough to teach?
Whatever may be reason, it has got its own answer?
Not many but may be understood really by fewer
Is it really infatuation, feeling or love, at first sight?
Does the man think it seriously from the beginning it right?
It does not come up all of sudden but develops gradually
Love seeds are sown deep and mushroom individually
Individual’s beautiful face or intelligence may be the sole reason
Wealth, background or external forces may vary from person to person
No condition is laid before realizing it in its true spirit and color
It is really a happy union when one is really opting or going for
It may not look sound, advisable or some times against the will
People may opt for revenge, seek blood or go for kill
Love has found its way and not allowed to happen bad still
It may all go for accommodation and not for standstill
It has survived onslaught and grown for centuries
With so many ups and downs amidst furies
It may still go on with modern ways and means
Hearts may beat with rhythms and look so keen
Love no language, boundary or barrier
It is simple prophet’s messenger or carrier
If love fails in any form or at any stage
It will be difficult and not easy to manage
Who says love can’t speak universal language/
Eyes look down with grace when come out of cage
It may find favor with poor man’s hut or palace
Certainly it is not aligned with any creed, color or race
Acknowledge it with humble approval as divine force
Don’t try to block or make it to look as farce
It has its acceptance in everybody’s eye
Hatred and not love needs permanent bye
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A touch and go
I buried myself long ago
It was just touch and go
One little useful thought
Complete salvation was sought
I had dreamed about many things
I could do nothing much or attained something
It was as usual complete rout
I have nothing more to talk about
My heart remained almost dry
No one came forward and asked why
No river flow was expected
I accepted the fact and never reacted
I had so much to offer
I remained among and never differed
Yet I got kick backs in return
I had nothing to offer in turn
It was creating lots of impact
I was expected reasonably to act
I was burdening for no useful out come
I had strong desire but was not always welcome
I think for calling of the day
This is only option or way
Person should make voluntary recall
As it can be his final call
No one may come to know of fine gesture
You have lived for them for entire tenure
It was now turning against you
You have lost the faith and it is very true
I am no were physically connected
Fear in mind and illusions wrongly created
It is driving me away from real world
The world seems different and very cold
I see the concept differently
Even though I have not felt it unhappily
It is gradual change and has affected many
I am one of the individual among so many
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Jenny, my love
She used to be always there waiting
She did not want audience or dating
Yet she desired me and wanted me very near
She could not confess it out of fear
It is generation gap and she is progressive
She is very shy but bold and assertive
Not a single topic is untouched by her
She has repeatedly uttered it here
I confessed of having some attachment
She would not say anything and offer comment
I had left it entirely to her conscience
She was free to express from now hence
“Why don’t you visit my country and see your self”
Full of landscapes, beautiful mountains lovely beaches and shelf
I was dreaming about it and going down
She was spell bound and made it known
She smiled and offered me safe refuge
I had all along wished and could not refuse
She had poor back ground hence little hesitated
I was thrilled with whatever was told and related
Have you ever experienced love with age difference?
What can be learnt out of it with right inference?
Is it matter of shame or to be proudly claimed?
I felt it was not shame and not to be maimed
It might have little sex angle but not wholly
She understood the danger and spoke fully
It is neither her intent nor desire
She was there for me and wished only to admire
I had made myself little known
She felt me exclusively of her own
Love can not be one sided or false show
It had to be mushroomed and grow
I preferred not to look back and accept
Whatever she proposed with promises to be kept
We weighted pro and cons so later on not to be wept
After so many years of sultry isolation I enjoyed it and slept
What did she understand about the meaning of life?
Was it not hostile and dangerous to be on edge of knife?
What did she expect to be borne out of it as new comer?
Was she prepared to be bathed in hot sun and at the peak of summer?
Everything seemed irrelevant to her mind
She had eternal joy and fulfillment to find
I was to prove a crucial factor in coming days
It was her choice and go ahead with challenging days
I never found her sobbing or regretting
She was making her view known and letting
She was prepared what she termed it as real
There was no point in hiding for putting seal
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Sinned against sin
I was sinned against sin
The situation was half loss and half win
She was with fluctuating mind
She was confused for the solution to find
I used to draw aspiration in the dream
She was part of my powerful team
I may always be struck with new plot
She was there in particular slot
She felt at one stage that here mind is polluted
Her main thoughts on purity are diluted
She has remained restless for number of days
At least now she has found the reasonable ways
I was deeply disturbed and annoyed
Was the message meant for me and conveyed?
What was she intending to pass on?
So many ideas rushed in minds and gone
She must have thought it privacy invasion
Her modesty was about to be violated in confusion
She had lots of things in mind to address
Whole of relation was in doldrums and in mess
I saw clear danger in it and tried to withdraw
There was one particular lessen to draw
You can’t rely much on female’s views
It may be drawn out of forced reviews
I simply decided to withdraw from the field
She had her own way of thinking and opinion firmly held
I was free and natural bird who may like to have beautiful tunes
What was it to me to have large or big fortunes?
I left everything behind in smokes
I considered it a cruel joke
It had nothing to do with routine life
She was nurturing me in dream as simple wife
It is said” there is someone behind your success”
She may have complete control with full access
You might be even blinded with her dominance
As it is usually happening with the romance
For poets it is nightmare
They have no permanent refuge or to go somewhere
They have their own clipped wings
They easily get carried away when some one sings
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To a Friend... I Shall Never Forget...
The first day I came to this school
I felt totally and completely alone
No one approached to say hi to me
I felt like I was entirely invisible and unknown
But then a light from heaven came to me
And asked me what my name was
And there came the first feeling of friendship
You were the greatest and best because
You were my friend
When I had no one else to talk too
You were my buddy
I felt the friendship between us was true
You treated me very kindly
And was incredibly nice to me
I knew that you were a gift from God
And you were the one who made me see
The true meaning of friendship
And the real feeling of devotion and care
You were the one I knew
That was and still is there
You were always there when needed help
And when I needed some comfort to engulf me
Instead of telling me I don’t know what to do
You talk to me and tell me what a greater person I can be
I know I am a better person
And that’s because of you my truly and best friend
I definitely know that I will remember this
Forever to by which shall never end
You have a great and a very polite personality
That is everyone’s wish to become
And you have achieved in your life
And had most certainly and definitely won
You are a role model to me
And I absolutely look up to you
A friend I shall always respect
A friend that is a-hundred-percent true
You are –my friend
a dream come true
A friend that I shall always remember
And I will never ever find a friend like you.
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Am unable to understand
Unseen should be seen
I am eager and keen
So far where have you been?
You are symbol of queen
I have adored and admired
I feel exhausted and tired
An end of road seems difficult
Despite earnest efforts still no result
I tried o probe your mind
I failed to understand and find
You were there symbol of love and very kind
You were unsure yourself and did rescind
You loved to be seen around
The joy and happiness always found
It perfectly matched and looked sound
It was gaining momentum and held the ground
All of sudden you preferred to disappear
Left me alone to live with agony and to bear
I wished some sweet words from her to hear
She stood all the times to me very dear
That did not happen as miracle
It was difficult moment or cycle
I couldn’t guess or believe
It added to tension but not relieved
It gave me little insight to guess
She appeared very beautiful in dress
She stood as symbol of love and peace
I had no control over feelings to release
It is saddest ever unforgettable moment
I was not in position to comment
The air too stopped its cool movement
I stood motionless to offer any vent
Love is inseparable part of life and must stay
It must rule over heart and have clear say
No one can or must break it for any reason
It is sign of good human and as nice person
I was for sure that it may find suitable answer
Not all may be lucky to enjoy it however
I had no reservation to seek few favor
It was her choice to show discomfort and disfavor
She had preference and own reason to remain in oblivion
It was my turn now to go back seek place in pavilion
The race was over and result was openly known
It was well judged move and decision of her own
The love birds fly together to find new nests to seek refuge
They may lay eggs and allow no one to come near by or refuse
It is strong zeal to stay together for any times to come
Life is to be spent in happiness when they come back home
I don’t want to think about the mystery that how it did take place
I had unbearable pain that no body could take it away or replace
I may have to suffer it whole life with not a single word to utter
I will have to keep it in strong heart wall and the shutter
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A yesteryears
Why that does not work in real life?
Why is it called as edge of knife?
Is the life so important to lead it peacefully?
Can we achieve everything fully?
Whether we like or do not like
It may always emerge in mind and strike
The past happy moments and association
The strong bond and feelings surfaced from relation
No one knew it may take ugly turn
There may not be any chance for it to return
When i sit in one corner of room?
I find it charmless and experience descend of gloom
Each day pass by with its fixed schedule
There may not be any time left to think in full
Life may certainly seem to be dull and restless
To feel something out of nothingness
I wish to cry in spare and calm night
I do not know whether it is wrong or right
I can not justify shedding of the tears
As it is the matter of by gone years
It might have created an empty space
But it was made beautiful by His grace
There was something missing in mind
Though I stayed very much inclined
I lack he courage to tell them about my past
The life had moved rapidly and very fast
No one had taken any care for doubts to cast
I too took it as new beginning and humble start
It is very difficult to forget and feel weary
It may be ethically wrong to clung and feel sorry
It is absolutely useless and unnecessary
You can’t act in practical life as prince and fairy
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Why do I hate?
Why do i hate complete mankind?
why single favorable factor I do not find?
Why for small reason I get irritated and mind?
Is there any justification for not being inclined?
It is driving me crazy and make irrational
I remain gloomy with face always pale
It does not think positive and act contrary
I smell a rat and think it unrelated and unnecessary
It has vitiated my complete thinking pattern
It is not that i have no legitimate concern
I still think tide may turn in favor and move
I only have to show worth and prove
I have been guided by many factors
Some of the recent happenings are good indicator
I have been disillusioned for simple reasons
I have tried to come off as very good person
I am being denied my legitimate due
I have made assessment and periodical review
It was not rejected but appreciated by only few
I have remained calm all these years and silently grew
I have nothing to prov as personal identity
I have failed to prove worth and good quality
What i did was not at all for public utility
This has robbed me off my personal entity
This may the exact cause with so many
They might have aired it in good company
I was not lucky enough to ti find a solution
Though i was prepared for resolute action
I speak the mind as I have felt
The grievance has flown openly and melt
It is always good to speak out in open
The opportunity must be grabbed when thrown
I have got no chance to observe the nicety
This can be considered as best of variety
Many may be gifted with such pleasure
They may remain happy and pass it to others for sure
You can not win world by hatred
You will be unwilling soul to be led
Even noble act may not appeal you
Though it may be worth while and true
Once the mind is fully set on one direction
It may be difficult to convince with any of action
The falsehood may take over the reign
It will be difficult to improve later on
No one has any valid reason to hate
It may be personal views but you can't state
It has no sanction or can find acceptance
One has to be visionary even if o agree with reluctance
hate not action but love not uncalled for reaction
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Happy House
There’s a house on street with a K, it’s beautiful during the day.
House in city with words Worth and Lake,
it’s east of Dixie make no mistake.
Kidney shaped pool out back, fenced in yard with mango trees with
birds that go yack.
A tiki bar in the left corner behind the pool, people party there, have
fun on the stools.
Now 2 bedroom to left of living room, then there’s kitchen to right
brand new.
Great family room to the right, really large and spacious, can have fun
at night.
Now comes with a washer and dryer all for price of $1,400.00.
Owner should negotiate, or might go under.
Check out Option to Buy, it might go fast, that’s no lie,
To help you save time and gas, I will give you number so you can act
fast.
561-222-2222 is the number to call, do it today-get on the ball.
Say you saw sign in West Palm Beach, owner will give you directions,
won’t preach.
Hurry, couple coming today, they might take it away.
Don’t tell them I sent you, for secret surprise might come true.
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Ask for self and justify
I ventured to ask self and justify
It did not give me any reason to satisfy
I never attempted or tried to defy
I felt so remorseful and tried to cry
I felt from inner most soul
There must be something wrong or foul
How an outer beauty can have so much importance?
It created confusion in mind at once
I was praised with many words
They even added it was blessing from the lord
I had seen many people with ugly faces
They were liked by many and in very good race
It baffled me day and night
Was my assertion very right?
Did it really matter with pretty look?
Or was it gimmick played by crook?
There was some substance behind
I was in mood and desaparate to find
I wanted to go into depth and realize
It was for self consumption and oblige
It is logical with such things to arise
It is not altogether any surprise
It had existed even long before
In one or other way it may come to the fore
We are clever human being
We may not fall in line or simply sing
We will not be carried away simply
We have all the reason and to asses it amply
I stood before the mirror
There was absolutely no error
From every angle I looked handsome
Still the thoughts were proving troublesome
It was not bad at all to feel very strange
But some solution was to be found and managed
It was for personal satisfaction
I preferred strong answer and no inaction
It weighted in favor of argument
Not the outer look was real assessment
It had no meaning if you were cruel but handsome
It was not benefiting to any but only to some
People may move around you with selfish motives
This may include your friends and close relatives
It is clearly known that you are meant for something else
The impression created by them is totally false
It frightened with the logical conclusion
There remained no more confusion
People were living standard life with honor
They were being highly treated with beautiful flowers
It adds to the existing personality
If you are gifted with outer beauty
It will give you some additional respect
You will be highly respected for your noble act
If these facts are know to you?
It will prove later on very true
You will face no criticism for being impolite
You will be known by your quality and right
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A word imagery
It is nice to translate imagery
It is fine blend of summary
It may come In the form of words
It may be fine flow to take it forward
Is it pure means to praise some one?
Or simple oratory or words for none?
It is likely to bring some one to the core
To draw the inference and come closer
It is likely to raise the status
There is great feeling and new impetus
Some one has occupied your mind
You are trying to woo but no means to find
It may ease the life for all times to come
The change is all of sudden and welcome
It is regarding the holy union for future
The words fulfill it and make doubly sure
How to explain it when it is specially a woman?
It has always proved difficult for simple man
He may try to prove it as much as he can
He may try all means so not to miss the train
It is intelligent way of approaching
It may bring new hope each morning
There may still be and look different
It may matter less as it is transparent
Each word may speak of high volume
There is no scope for doubts to assume
One has to grasp it correctly and go ahead
Life may look easy and worthwhile to lead
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Give Me A Call
Ooh you draw such pictures in my head
Ooh with so few words I know what you said
Until the time comes
To carry the one
Make that dream real
And be sure it stays done
So let that thought
Bloom in your mind
A vision thats caught
Never left behind
You should just give me a call
You should just give me a call
I think about you much more than I should
Now theres a structure nothing had once stood
No more bluffing its cards on the table time
What it must be we will take it as a sign
So just give me a call
So just give me a call
Sunset and my love left me
winter and Im so far
In darkness will it lead me
where the meanings are
I miss and think of you often
no flowers I forgot them
the weathers the same
nothing happens
no loves a hard lesson
patience and years will refashion
what hours will undo
and circles not yet quite circles
somehow close true
I keep on hearing the things that you said
I keep on feeling you go straight to my head
No more bluffing its cards on the table time
What it must be we will take it as a sign
So just give me a call
So just give me a call
I call you up but you wont talk to me
No space for words theres just no room
I drift away but you pull me in
Im the ocean youre the moon
Ooh how do I know if its just me
Sometimes I think that it must be
You gotta know you can trust me
I think about you much more than I should
Now theres a structure nothing had once stood
No more bluffing its cards on the table time
What it must be we will take it as a sign
So just give me a call
So just give me a call
So just give me a call
So just give me a call
song performed by by 311
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Precipitate
Precipitate
Good bad, Saturn makes your mind break in pieces
Good bad, so you cannot find the dimensions
and it will be around these spots that I've given to you
you will know that you'll greet my vapours every time that you pass through this room
pass through this room
walk through my gloom
Daphne you find me
Daphne, when you find me let the blood drive and come alive with me Daphne,
symmetry you can't help but admire or rejoice from this sister
be bad, Saturn makes your mind break in pieces
Good bad, so you cannot find the conventions
it will be around these spots that I've given to you
you will know that you'll greet my vapours every time that you pass through this room
pass through this room
walk through my gloom
Daphne you find me
Daphne you find me to put you were inside you fight for my memory Daphne symmetry you can't help but admire or rejoice for this, seems to be
Daphne come as on display will you find a way to draw the curtains of damp around your blushing ambition
blushing ambition...
I found you inside my mind
I lost you inside my mind
I found you inside my mind
I lost you inside my mind
I was a child I was a vice a coyote, conditions occasions facts
I was a child I was a vice a coyote, conditions occasions facts
erase them all perhaps
erase them all
erase them all perhaps
my own thing, my own thing
now you're all that I have here
now we can't remember
but you could fall back on lust when you've learnt to wait
they can be like the friends and neighbours you will get to appreciate them
I have inside me some strange glow
still enjoying this that's why I made a mess
song performed by by Interpol
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She slammed
She slammed the door from the back
She was outrageous and had developed a crack
She was burning from within and ready to strike
I ran fast and fled away on motorbike
I had loved her from my heart
It had very nice and flawless start
She meant to be everything for me
We used to visit frequently and felt very free
She would not let me know her mind
I tried very hard to know and find
It failed me in my attempt miserably
Yet I felt it nice and spent the time happily
For her the love was super most in all the way
She may mind it and take seriously any way
I took enough care not to offend her
This thought hunted me for ever
No one should hurt or cause the flicker
It must be permanent like sticker
It should not dislodged from any temptation
As it has been firmly placed out of question
She may address me with so many nick names
I will accept happily but will not claim
She may feel very happy and keep me in good humor
I took it as no insult but accepted with pride and honor
Somebody has to forgo little for love sake
It is beautiful relation but like sour and sweet cake
Person who has everything may also feel cheated
And who has not availed it may also feel neglected
Somebody tried to prove her by maligning
I was painted as bad man and incapable of aligning
I would dump her anytime and anywhere
She decided to break the relation and challenged me to dare
I knew the opponent well
She was perfect match to reveal
I spoke sincerely and did not conceal
She thought it game and did not consider real
This made to think fresh
I moved with haste and dashed
She took it differently and lost control
I took it final end and finally decided to call off
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Take A Giant Step
Words and music by
Gerry goffin and carole king
Though youve played at love and lost
And sorrows turned your heart to frost
I will melt your heart again.
Remember the feeling as a child
When you woke up and morning smiled
Its time you felt like you did then.
Theres just no percentage in remembering the past
Its time you learned to live again at last.
Come with me, leave yesterday behind
And take a giant step outside your mind.
You stare at me in disbelief
You say for you theres no relieve
But I swear Ill prove you wrong.
Dont stay in your lonely room
Just staring back in silent gloom.
Thats not where you belong
Come with me Ill take you where the tast of life is green
And everyday holds wonders to be seen.
Come with me, leave yesterday behind
And take a giant step outside your mind.
song performed by by Monkees
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Until I Die
'I will not leave you until die'
'Leave no efforts and persistently try'
I shall never question or ask why?
As I am so much feeling shy?
To ask for love is something not done
If it is pure and heart felt, it shall never be gone
Someone may start it with frank dialogue
As if two souls are trying to come out of cage
Not necessarily there shall be permanent union
It may be equally wrong to assume for companion too
Yet that desire may stay in one corner
Hoping to materlize it later or sooner
She is seen and felt at every point
As if there may take place permanent joint
A joint of ever lasting bond and attachment
Nice to feel about it with happiest moments
So far she has uttered nothing
But confided little or something
I am sure of winning her over
As I have fine shield of nobility as cover
I made it clear and left no room for doubt
Hopefully she may not throw me out
I have trust in her assurance to stand by
Even with crippled wings I am ready to fly
Love is not only the sweet words
They may cause shock afterwards
Love is not what you move and seen around
It is deep within and to be found
She has yet to reply
I shall wait with endless try
She may find some fragrance in my proposal
I shall keep doors open for her arrival
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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