Smile
The lost threads of time asked me to wait
Amidst all the lights there was darkness around
The orchestra played the divine tune
I sat in a corner
Morning sickness had struck me
The surge of insomnia was catching up
Mystifying arena spoke nothing
Don't ask me any questions
A wry smile was stitched across my face
The devastating reality was something I hadn't expected
Give me some more time
I shall keep my promise
A promise to love you
A promise to take you in my journey
In a green forest I saw my dreams realize
The road went through them
Crush my soul , kill my soul
I lost control the moment of truth
In a numb moment I realized
I cried , I wanted to kill
But time heals every wound
The fantasy of dreams
Stoned mortals try to stand still
Trying to Remain high on hope
.... and high on dope !
4 comments:
dreams are like mansions in the air, no matter how many times it gets crused, we never really stop building another besides its ruins. the engineer at work is Hope and the labourer is the will-power and the element is motivation... loved ur creations !!
"But time heals every wound"
and leaves the scars for us to remind....
"and high on dope !"
ending with a bit of suprise!!!
great!!!
yeah! getting addicted to such early morning trances is what it takes...
feels nice...
..when you wake up to find that it's dawn and you haven't slept all night!!
as if to experience such magic that still we are living!
..go on, shuvro!! your pieces are accumulating power!
on a light note, i think you could have edited this one still more to perfection!!
yeah! getting addicted to such early morning trances is what it takes...
feels nice...
..when you wake up to find that it's dawn and you haven't slept all night!!
as if to experience such magic that still we are living!
..go on, shuvro!! your pieces are accumulating power!
on a light note, i think you could have edited this one still more to perfection!!hink you could have edited this one still more to perfection!!
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