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Was I a good brother to you
You needed me, But was I there?
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I deceive people with words all day. I lie. Who am I? - A writer.
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I deceive
I deceive people with words all day, I lie, I tell them to live, to die one day! I deceive people with words all day! Who am I? What am I? A bin? A dump? Good? Bad? Am I God? Mind is all that matters, Mind is what drives, decides,
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That face among the faces!
I looked up, at the blue sky Took a moment, to let the aura fill in Then moved in, through the gates, faces, barricades; It all smelled nice, it all felt bright. A whole myriad of faces, filled with laughter, Hidden under paints, It all seemed shallow, so pathetic!! Someone,
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Scared I was!!
Scared I was, That day my bicycle lost it’s supports; Afraid, excited, free. I remember that I threw as you let go of the bike, And the one after that, When I caught you smiling! Scared, for sure I was; but then, it changed! Scared I was, That day
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Stranded Isle
The sea has a story to tell, Even in all it’s calmness… The palaces that stood, oh, so firm once, Even they, find themselves in ruins… The sea has a feeble memory, Impressions fading, in remembrance… A case of constant change, It’s face, a never-finished masterpiece! In all
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Here I stand
Here I stand, Among the ashes, the ruins, the fire; Among fallen heroes, sunk egos, butchered heads!! The Phoenix must rise! The mortals must bow..! War begets war, but not the peace of mind! The path has been long, tiring, painful.. Of which what remains is nostalgia. Those who once
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Living with bindis
I saw your bindi, on the mirror in our room. I saw your bindi, stuck on a wall in our shower. And I thought, Prerna was here. This is a lived in place. These rooms, this home. It felt as if you were talking to me, Saying hi, from a
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