Chetan Tehlan

(15-08-1995 / new delhi 73)

My Dove


These pieces of me wanna fall apart; Let them wander once for all,
Let me be a human for once; before i serve the big great fall.

I don’t want to re-consider now,
I had my second thoughts longs ago,
I just wanna live with my inner peace,
I just wanna live with my inner love,

O you world of mine
Why don’t you let these pieces go?
And make me whole once for all
I asked you for one small thing
I sure got no alternate goals.

Now that i sees clearly
I was just hanging by the moment
Counting stars for my love
While I think i was aiming
For my love
I was just throwing stones
At my dove.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 16, 2014
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