How many things come
To make memories
They seem to make pictures in my mind
What do I tell my heart?
Why are there such distances
Why such tenacity there in the
Moments I breath everytime
Why such prickle there in the
Moments a new heart beat comes up
Many things left unsaid
Stuck on the lips, as if afraid
Listen to them one day
This unknown sorrows in
Both the hearts...
Will it ever reduce?
Which we've found
At some turn of life
How's such loneliness?
How deserted is the atmosphere
As if the smoke is dissolved in the breathe
This moment that is paused here
Is mine let me live this moment for a while
Who knows when I'll have
This moments again?
Why worry for the tomorrow prickle me
Such tenacity there in the moments
I breathe everytime...
From where till where have we come
This caravan of heart turns
And looks back
At the memories with the one
We cherished the most
The questions in the hearts
Still there is silence
So who is guilty of whom?
How are the helplessness of the hearts
How were the signs of paths lost
How such distances between our paths
The webs of confusions
In which our hearts are entangled
Now what is to be achieved
Many things left unsaid
Stuck on the lips, as if afraid
Listen to them one day
This unknown sorrows in
Both the hearts.
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