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My flight from meadows to heaven … | Inner Monologue
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Out with it …. My flight from meadows to heaven …. When I was young, I used to pray O’ Lord Give me wings,. I want to fly over the meadows and listen to the breeze sing,. I want to break free from my daily chores,and feel a horizon never seen before,. O’Lord Give me wings I want to FLY! I want to scribble my name in the blue hues of sky,Will scream until my throat goes dry. Will take the deepest dive and bounce back with delight,. O’Lord Give me wings I want to FLY! O’Lord Give me wings I want to FLY!
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Pain .. | Inner Monologue
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Out with it …. A nerve of pain throbbed in a poet’s heart. The emotional turmoil within threw him apart. The tears came out of his eyes and fell on a rose. It reminded him of his wrong decision and the path he chose. He locked himself in his dark dingy room. Kept brooding over the bitter thoughts in gloom. The piercing pain was wrenching and biting. And he sobbed with each word that was meant to be comforting. Now the tears have dried and the world has a new tune to sing. September 29, 2010. An error has...
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Hand Of Love | Inner Monologue
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Out with it …. In times of distress the hand I held. Was the hand of love. The hand that gave me a shelter. Whenever storm clouds started burgeoning over the moon. Was the hand of love. The hand that swept away. The tears that dropped out of my eyes. Was the hand of love. The hand that gave me directions. When I was lost. Was the hand of love. The hand, that will be with me till I die. Will be the hand of love. January 30, 2011. 2 responses to “Hand Of Love”. January 30th, 2011 at 17:55. Laquo; Pain .
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Inner Monologue | Out with it …. | Page 2
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Out with it …. I close my eyes to stop the tears flowing down my eyes. Coiled up in the self woven sheet of disguise. I felt something close to my skin. The moment I turned back my body shook within. I sensed him looking at me. All I could see was an apparition moving boldly. I shut my eyes so tight so that this hallucination could end. But he was getting closer with every passing second. I give him a second look, his brown eyes gleaming brightly. Wrapping my arms around his cold neck forthrightly. The g...
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Smile and you smile often | Inner Monologue
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Out with it …. Smile and you smile often. Smile, you smile and you smile often. And in your smile I find something missing. Something deep, something hurtful. I try to read your eyes, but fail every time. Never could master the art of reading eyes. The swollen eyelids, the saline patches speak volumes. And the sense of you in pain disturbs me. Yes, you smile and you smile often. I caught you staring at me, the expressionless kohl lined eyes. They were pleading me to look through your soul. March 11, 2012.
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I Know Why You Cry At Night | Inner Monologue
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Out with it …. I Know Why You Cry At Night. I know why you cry at night,. While they are ignorant of your plight. I know why you are longing to hold again,. To heal the angst of conceited vain. I know why you chose not to sing,. To outgrow the search for the beginning. I know why you lock yourself up in a dark room,. To unite with the hues of your own gloom,. I know your story, your pain, and your mind maps. Because I have witnessed bonds of strength collapse. January 28, 2012. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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Beauty | Inner Monologue
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Out with it …. In the girl’s eyes whose eyes are still red since last night. In the child’s face who is sad after loosing his sight. In the clutter of a 16 year old girl’s room. In the reflection of an ugly duckling in the mirror in full bloom. In the alphabet C scribbled by a fanatic. In the beam of light coming out of the hole in the attic. In the torn piece of silk lying outside the tailor’s premises. In the sweat dripping from a labourer’s brow. In the wound of a newly wed woman which can never heal.
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I thought someone painted my sky | Inner Monologue
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Out with it …. I thought someone painted my sky. I thought someone painted my sky with a subtle streak of blue. The Color blue hanging in the air , blending with my smile. The Smile that broadens when I fall in the water of doubts. The Doubt that widens when I feel lonely in the crowd. The Crowd that always casts a shadow on the time’s arrow. I thought someone painted my sky with vivacious hues of a soul. The Soul that will not be captured by any painter on the canvas. March 17, 2010. There Shines A Light.
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Mystical rendezvous | Inner Monologue
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Out with it …. Me and you, and this mystical rendezvous. Where we shall start by celebrating myself. And what I believe, you have to believe. What I assume, you have to assume. So that I can hear you singing the song of my heart. For every symphony of my soul belongs to you. Me and you, and this mystical rendezvous. Where we shall start by celebrating myself. And both of us take out time to be quiet. So that I can seek God in the music of your essence. Where I find myself lifted carried and held. An erro...
