shakti shetty

I'm in search of a person,
I won't ask her to be good to me
Though I would like her to be talking
For words is all I have, to share
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i remember a friend of mine
who used to be close to my eyes
always in a turmoil of rage and courage
in between the line of love and hate
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You must have seen a few roses bloom
With beauty insane, ending up in tomb
I aren't that thorn, mind you again,
Lying across the soil under cloudy rain
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I won't tell u why, the reason of my smile
I won't let u cry, for the jokes I had in my life
Time is precious, I know my lot,
It won't change any good or at all
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Fear can be a very bad thing
In it is lost the essence of being
Darkness, murk and gloom all lost
Within in the stream of a deadly spin
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Never realized when it is going to come
When is it living to die?
And let me off my life
At what moment will it be goodbye?
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I see a tired dream,
A dream that won't wake or lie
I see it coming on to me
In my sleep and in my shame
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i ain't no killing no one
i ain't destroying lives
all i'm doing is trying my best
to listen to the words of my mind
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what if we knew why we dream, why we live and why we breath
why we cheat and why we spill
what if we knew all the colors and all the words
and emotions
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There lived a man with one eye
but happy like sun and birds
he lived alone all his life,
having very little to shed
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the best of minds may not be slated on the first bench,
just like the best criminals are not found in a cornered prison,
the best of musicians might be busking under a dirty bridge,
the best of writers may have a weak pen,
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Speak up now, now itself
get up before we fall,
go on and make this move
if we don't stand up now
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A wind of change whistled quietly
adjusting itself around the hurdles
nothing came in between
no one called to stop it
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he knew not how to sin
or how to break hearts in twain
all he did was spoke his mind
and left the devil to win,
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If i were a rich man,
i wouldn't care any less,
would have kissed goodbye,
every vices i got and
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No more nests to build, no more seeds to spill
I care no more
of love and pain and change and shame
I've walked too long with my head intact
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Friends, you won't believe the level of laziness i'm going through... the last time i wrote some verses was way back in April... so i just wrote this non-poetry theme for explaining my current state of affair! ! !

I wish I could write down like I used to... but now-a-days its more like laziness has crept over me and I'm stranded inside of me. I'm working two jobs 6 1/2 days a week to make sure my idle mind doesn't get it fodder for devil and my pocket stays comfy. But still I'm getting all weaned up of my earlier creative side which included newspaper clippings and poems and stories and novels alike.
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What else is there in life
just a bit of food and sleep,
just a bit of love and dreams,
just a bit of death and scene,
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What is there to love, except,
some words of wit, cadence of praise
in bountiful lores of delicious taste,
a beguiling line of face called smile
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When the darkness falls on your brow,
and you don't see nor you know,
just remember me, my love
for I loved you more than I ever could show.
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