Plasticity

In the corner of your heart

In a plastic bin,

Made up of plastic toxin

I too am a taint

Singing my last refrain:

Why don't you let me be, and I'll pretend I'm well.

Cause you're too blind to see, and I'm too tired to tell.

And in your apathy, your head begins to swell.

Another tragedy, but you're too cold to feel.

I have a plastic heart,

It doesn't need to heel

It doesn't need your light

So let me fake the feel

Let me fake the hurt and Let me fake the cry.

Let me fake the burning, So that you can survive.

In a plastic bin

Writing plastic lines

The Corner of your heart

Is where I’ll demise.

Summary of the thing 'we call Love.

They were not in love. It's just that the subject, as such, never really came up. It kind of loomed over them like a blissfully stupid cloud. The love cloud.

Guaranteed to rain on your brain, 'til you're moanin' with seratonin.

Maybe what was happening was that they were in love with the idea of being in love. But that's still love, right? Instead of loving each other, they loved an idea. An aspiration. A wish. The other person was more or less of an afterthought. Somewhat expendable, or at the very least, interchangeable.

I love that you make me feel like I'm in love. You, on the other hand, I can take or leave.

Of course, it was just a matter of time before the truth of each other, the hard fact of their unique selfness, their one-of-a-kind snow-flakiness, became unavoidable.

I may be a broken toy, but you are a Chinese chow maow with nothing but lead paint.

Saying goodbye in these circumstances is always very awkward.

"I just had your car towed."

"That's okay, those Flip videos I said I erased are now on the internet."

Love-2 :)

As time passes by,

And birds begin their flight

Colors are again bright

Because those 'Three' words you cannot buy.

Your eyes, My vision

Your heart, My beat

Your lips, My kiss

Your smile, My life.

The scent of your hair is mine to keep, Your hands only mine to hold.

The greatest Love story of our time is still yet to be told.

Sachin...Sachiiiin

Nadi ne samandar se milke kuch kaha,

Baadlon ne aasman se , thoda aur uncha uth k kuch kaha

Gulaab ki pankhdiyon pe saji paani ki uss boond  ne uss doosri boond se kaha

Iss poori kaynaat ne milke ek saans mein kaha

Dilon ko tune milvaya

Ghamo ko bhulvaya,

Rishton ki gaanthe Jodi,

Sarhade todi ,

Tere balle ne barsaya aisa pyar, Jo na kar saka koi tyohar.

Sadaa rahegi teri goonj, sada rahega tera naam.

Insaan ne banaya ye khel, Magar tu bann gaya bhagwan.

White Dress and Pink Scarf

Red eyes, Pale face, Breathing only smoke of death.

Enlightened and Surfaced

With pending rents and bills to pay.

I go out in the day dream, Where broken smile and  Silence screams.

In between,

She is heading out to nowhere, Trying to find where the tunnel ends.

Snowflakes on her hair, She belongs to an angel's lair.

White lips, Blue heart, Writing tunes that are way too dark.

Aflame but  Scarred.

On the verge, I've never been this far.

I go out in the day dream, Where broken smile and Silence screams, 

And then I close my eyes, Hoping for a better life.

Coz, 

In a white dress with a pink scarf, She took care of all my scars.

The only one who took me near, Losing her was my greatest fear.

But now she is taking off to her Motherland, Leaving me alone in the Wet Sand.

She is heading out to nowhere, Trying to find where the tunnel ends.

Snowflakes on her hair, She belongs to an angel's lair.

In White dress and Pink scarf, I saw her first so I will see her last.

When She said,

We both are a Miracle,

Our lives on the line, But We will love.

We were lost souls, 

I found you in a desert storm.

And We'll never complain,

Never-Ever gonna break this cage.

But she is breaking the cage. Oh God don't make her break the cage.

And Don't make her go away. Please Let her stay.

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RUNE #1

Shall I write about these alluring eyes,

Or shall allude them to pearls?

Heaven warranted 'them' prize
To mirror his-self on earth.

When sun sets, indicating night,

And wind blows to south:

The aiding glow,which you hide,

Comes out thy cloud.

With streaming river if I compare,

A day of spring would whine:

The depth of the ocean' when you look, I can 'sea' in your stare,

Let milk be white and sun be red, but thy crust outshines.

 Earth is no sphere, and moon without light,

But your flaws I won't write.

'Them' make you another mortal soul destined to die.

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Dreams

    

Chase your dreams, Dreams do come true.
                                              ~~Sachin Tendulkar


Ohh my dreams, Ohh my dreams
please hold on to me
It's only you for all I care.
And I cannot repair..
The things I have done 
The words I said.

Oh my dreams, Ohh my dreams.
Don't go away from me,
I would run for you with bare feet.
And I cannot recall,
Countless thorns, I have set for thee

In my bubble, In my  place,
Were the lines I couldn't change,
They were the lines, I shouldn't have crossed.
Ohh but I was lost, in the DREAMS you gave to me.
Like a gun jammed by a rose,
I am down on my knees,
Reign of fire, In the sun, exposing my soul
I am begging you, don't go please.

You told me, not to lose 'YOUR' sight
Till the time of demise.
You told me, that you will wait for me
Unlike time and tide.
But where are you, I cannot find.
Maybe I don't know what I am running behind.

On the point of No-return,
The souls I have slayed, The sins I have done
Haunts me in my sleepless nights.
My shadow I despise.
I am Tired, I am scared
I am flawed and unprepared
But I will wait for you, If you choose to leave,
I have nothing else to see.
Will you wait for me!!
How long will you wait for me??

Ohh my dreams, Ohh my dreams,
One thing do tell me,
Are you real or Surreal,
Are you a dream or dream within a dream?

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