Babe, what’s wrong?
Down and out.
Away from my world.
What’s taking you so long?
Not a word heard
No e-mails sketched
Not a grimace
Ain’t no complaint left.
Is it all fine?
Or is it 69
Is it like old times?
With Vodka and lime.
Not a hand shaken
Not a nod
Not a wink
Not a promise taken
Is love angry
Or is it broke
Itch it a bit
C’mon let it poke.
Stroke Stoke Toke
Lemme hope
Somewhere to remember
Sometime to elope.
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And I am peeling off my skin
Picking up the telephone
Deranging,rearranging within
The itch has gone to my bone
I should put my bones in a box
Glazed with love and lore
Paint some rhymes to make it sing
Then forget them on the floor
We have walked too far
Seen too much
Disenchanted we room
For just one day, turn around
And come back home.
antigone... the day you painted your words red, the day your silence screamed, when you started scraping out bits of heart each day, the day you finished ink, the day pop went your eyeballs, 180 degrees, the day you walked away...
tum ho kalamdhar
karte prahaar
shabdon se apne
aprampaar
ishwar kare tumahari jay ho
chalte raho tumhe na koi bhay ho
jay ho tumhari jay ho
Launde, chalta to rahunga, lekin prahar machayega hahakar, jab mere shabd aur tera sangeet buland karenge huunkaar...
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