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Whispers From My Heart

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Take My Hand


Take my hand.Together we'll walk on a cloudy day.



Take my hand. We'll walk on a beautiful moonlit night. With the waves on the seashore, touching our feet. Making each moment, a cherished one.



Take my hand. Even if its for tonight or for a few moments.

Tomorrow, you might be lost in this world. I'll be left behind.

Looking for you.

Trying to feel the warmth of your touch.



Take my hand. As my life will always be about these beautiful moments.



Take my hand. Let me live this beautiful dream. Before I wake up to an endless reality again.



Take my hand. If only for a little while.
But set me free. For a lifetime...



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All these mushy mushy feelings. Gah.

This is what happens when an angel sings to you.
An angel they call "Norah Jones".
<3

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Pain



In the darkest of nights,
When this heart gently cries...
Its the pain that embraces me,
And holds me tight...

My pain does not know me since today or yesterday,
It has known me since the beginning of time....
A hundred and one people I've met,
Blinding my emotions with lies...

Behind closed doors,
My tears comfort me,
My pain accepts me,
For who am I...

A confused heart of mine,
Has trusted many times...
But pain has always come to me,
Like a dear friend of mine....


In the darkest of nights,
When this heart gently cries...
Its the pain that embraces me,
And holds me tight...


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Gah.

Sunday, August 15, 2010

The Free Bird





Somewhere back in time,
A caged bird had dreamt to fly.
In the bondages of politics,
The bird lonesomely cried.

Some people loved her,
Some adored her,
Some heartless people,
Ignored her.

A few men of honour,
Knew how she felt.
They begged for her freedom,
Looking in the eye of death.

Many noble souls,
Left this world.
Thus freeing,
The caged bird.

Now she flies,
High in the skies.
With a little heart,
That always cries.


She looks at the skies,
Which don't remind her,
The freedom she had attained,
Somewhere back in time.


Now she looks back,
At those times.
The cage seems better,
Than these endless skies.

Flying in these skies,
She still has to find,
Her freedom which lies,
Away from these chaotic times.


Like a free bird,
Flying in the sky.
Searching for a better place,
Searching for better times.


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This one's for you, India.

*salutes*