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at the barbecue,
kids want to play American pop songs
while the elders opt for traditional Hindi music
but how can these styles be ..
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it's a hell full of angels
and they're always told what to do
most importantly: "love this"
so they love and obey
so they are not ..
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your songs and mine are not the same
my song is the crashing of the waves
crisp, clear, flowing
your song is that of the rocks
as ..
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my lids are closed
but behind them
my eyes are tired and awake
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“The eyes are the window to the soul”"
but I never saw your eyes,
in shadows along with half of your face a..
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I love you, my mind whispered
to each passerby, all of whom were mute.
I love you, my mind shouted.
I suppose they were deaf, too.
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emotions, words piled up and searched for an outlet
I could take my diatribes to Twitter
unfortunately I am afraid
of the counter-a..
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the red flower that danced in you and rested with you,
the corsage for your eternal prom,
danced in my longing eyes straight into my..
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mom you need to learn to love yourself
it's driving me crazy
do it for me
I've been hearing of your suffering thirty minutes away
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I lay in between blades of grass
peering at a distant white rock
it stood so high and so pure
and it lay amongst a field of white r..
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