Posted on May 27, 2009 by compulsivewriter
You are mine,
You’ve always been.
Every night
A different scene…
You keep me going
Never let me stop
You give me hope
You give me props…
I was afraid,
Of who n what you are
But in all your vagueness
I saw sense and I saw a path
But it’s getting tiring,
My legs feel the pain.
Every night you tell me
Tomorrow will be that day
I stare at [...]
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Posted on May 19, 2009 by compulsivewriter
Yun hi kabhi, mere khwab zinda hote hain,
Yun hi kabhi, mere khwab zinda hote hain,
Sachai se durr mujhe mere parr le jaate hain,
Kabhi yahaan, kabhi wahan,
Ek alagsi hai khwabon ki dunia.
Mehakchipi hai
Meri hai par kho si Gayee hai.Yun hi kabhi, mere khwab zinda hote hain,
Sachai se durr mujhe mere parr le jaate hain,
Kabhi yahaan, kabhi [...]
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Posted on February 19, 2009 by compulsivewriter
Like a scent left lingering on,
A waft of a familiar bond,
I held on to it for all this while,
Hoping it will conjure up Ur smile…
Hanging on to the threadbare hope,
I have been walking the tight rope,
Hoping u were standing somewhere,
To catch me if I managed to fall But no,
You were gone.
It was my fantasy,
and my [...]
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Posted on February 17, 2009 by compulsivewriter
A dream, a scent, an idea and emotion
Every night I scribbled with complete devotion
Your eyes your smile,
Even the slightest of your reaction…
I would sit and wait and watch,
Waiting for you to materialize
You stayed on paper, locked in a diary
Smiling as I painfully realized
Yes you were my imagination
But mine you were and I was yours
The wheels [...]
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Posted on February 2, 2009 by compulsivewriter
Fumes, smoke and sweat no more,
All I see is that clear blue shore.
I beg the road to take me there,
Beyond the city and all its cares.
The traffic thins,
The roads widen,
We gather speed,
And the burden lightens
Take me my long road,
To the town that holds me close,
And with the wind caresses me,
And tells me a story seldom [...]
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Posted on June 4, 2008 by compulsivewriter
Searching for a new horizon
Beyond the sea, beyond the one I see now
Painted a new colour
Scented with a new odour
Of sweat and tears
Hard days and hard nights
Proving myself yet again
A new struggle, a new future
A new present
But the past remains the same
The past is me,
The past is who I am
And what defines what I’m meant [...]
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Posted on March 19, 2007 by compulsivewriter
I want to write
Breaking free from the chains
That bind me down
To me
I want to float away
Far from the reach
Of these constellations
Into a land of my mind
I want to break open,
This cage of my soul,
And explore new horizons
And let the writer be born.
Born free of me,
Free to tell the stories,
Some them my own,
Carefree…
Free of my existence,
And [...]
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Posted on March 15, 2007 by compulsivewriter
In my cave
Deep beneath the ground
I wait for inspiration to strike
Amongst the muffled sounds…
Sounds of thumping feet,
Sounds of muffled speech,
Sounds of dying music
And of the music that has died
Life reaches me
Seeping through the ground,
I don’t want it here
And in my cocoon I crouch
I dive back into my thoughts
Thinking of the music
Thinking of you, me, him, [...]
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Posted on March 6, 2007 by compulsivewriter
I don’t have the long pretty hair,
For you to lose yourself in.
And my cheeks aren’t that fair,
That your touch would make them pink.
I don’t have those deep blue eyes,
In which you might want to drown.
I don’t have the long lashes,
To flutter up and down.
I don’t have a sweet, melodious voice,
That might melt your heart away,
I [...]
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