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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 ..

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 ..

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 ..

my lids are closed but behind them my eyes are tired and awake

“The eyes are the window to the soul”�" but I never saw your eyes, in shadows along with half of your face a..

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. ..

emotions, words piled up and searched for an outlet I could take my diatribes to Twitter unfortunately I am afraid of the counter-a..

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..

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 ..

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..