Neha Srivastava

Love O Love..
You Pour Pure Blood..
You had my soul with the innocent glitter...
Ahh..you slaughtered it with no jitter? ? ?
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Bit by Bit I build my sky
My wings are ready to Fly High
High above the land of wrath and agony
Rising above the valleys of self atrophy
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Dear Mr. Depression
I have realized I am your Obsession,

You have made me a partner of your loneliness
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I am a woman, I should be timid - They say
I am a human, I know no limit- I say,

My existence is not meant for your judgment
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How Skillfully she has Mastered the art
to build her walls up high from the start
keeping her beyond reach and secluded
She now enjoys being excluded
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Every morning, throughout the year
I hear demons in my head shouting loud around my ear
Lacing me with antagonism
drowning me into deep rooted negativism
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Your intimidating eyes
Encapsulates the skies
Of thunder and hailstorm
yet you are so warm..
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My Body - in quest of pleasure
My heart - seeking for love
My soul - in pursuance of Solace
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Gazing at the moonlight
Shining and bright
I look out for signs
To get some respite
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Beaming Face
with a new found pace
Dreamy Eyes
Along with wings to fly
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Tonite she'll again take her thoughts to bed
Far away from fear
Let it be surreal
Her heart skips a beat
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