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vo do beegha aasmaan jo uski chhat se dikhta hai...

vo khoobsurat peele phool jo darwaza kholte hi muskura dete hain

unpar vo hazaron titliyan...

subah subah vo bansuri ki azaaz...

~ maybe... just maybe.. such is life! :)

9 to 6 ?

and she desperately tries to keep at her game of make believe... she opens her window curtain only half just so the large palm tree can peek at her and hides the sea of buildings behind the other curtain... to go on with her make believe of a log cabin in a forest deep down somewhere...

she sits thinking if it is the pursuit of happiness then where did we go wrong...

him

and she's let the spaces around her remain untouched in a vain manic effort to let him be around... in the dusty crevices... in the cold and messy sheets... in the stale smoke of cigarettes...

the swan song

the soul spiralled out on her... the chatter has begun to quiet down...

"the angel opens her eyes

pale blue colored iris,

presents the circle and

puts the glory out to hide, hide...

lightning crashes"

- Live

cheers to life!

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the rising

black

pause

dark

silhouette

dream..?

loud

prodigal

celtic

lightning

mantra

karma

night

putrid

screeching halt

will she?

as the embers burn out silently she stares into the starry night.. she knows she's been a wild child and thoughts of settling wrench at her...

she thinks of him... she thought she'd chosen a life.. she'd been wrong...

in this afterthought as she looked at her reflection in a mirror surrounded by dim yellow lights she sighed first and then she smiled... in the reflection beside her she saw him...

"Sweet surrender on the quayside

You remember we used to run and hide.."

- Dire Straits

don't walk away

in a moment of insanity she had stood before the mirror and chopped the tangles off... he had held onto them long enough...

she drove through the morning fog and let the cold wind play havoc with her hair... myriad thoughts of him surrounded her... she felt strangely free... she felt like the white headed eagle's he had always sent her... morose in it's freedom..

"Fatal velocity, comes on with a rush,

overpowering, gives the final push

A false sincerity, a liar and a thief,

my pulse and memory, a comfort within grief

Kill sweet desire, faith may numb the trial,

but can you run all your life..."

- Poets of the Fall