through the clamour of breaking porcelain
was i the one (left) to blame
for the muted sound of twinkling stars
that you could never hear from so far
you know why i never said anything?
the distance was too much for me to bring
but really, i wanted you to be free
in part it was who i wanted you to be
i wanted you to come to me.
all the lonely people where do they all come from
all the lonely people where do they all belong
6 comments:
*clap clap clap*
this, we will includes in our book, okay? then you will be rich poets. so then you can buy me bose home theater.
All ur love is gone...
so sing a lonely song
of a deep blue dream...
goes without saying, its gud as all ur others...
Yaa toh junta ne tere blog par aana band kar diya hai yaa phir max kameeni hai aur achhi kavita padh kar bhi saraahna ke do shabd likhne se aalas karti hai.
John is an arse and he doesn't understand that somethings need not be appreciated. Sam knows that he has written an absolute beauty and he doesn't need anyone to tell him that. So comments or no comments don't matter. Apart from this, once the creator himself is satisfied with his efforts, the praise becomes an accessory and he can do away with it.
So praising something when its not exactly required just devalues it.
Ahem.
PG ne meri aankhein khol di.
Sab Transcendental Meditation aur Art of Living ki maya hai, dekho kitna chatur aur sayaana ho gaya hai.
no words. Was a treat visiting your blog again :)
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