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Twosome
Why didn’t you stop me from going
Why didn’t you wipe the tears flowing
I wanted to turn around & hug you
I wanted to show how much I love you
I stepped out when strong winds were blowing
I didn’t even know,
The waters I was rowing
Long I had sailed
When I came across a mirror
That showed me the way
Back to the ones dear
Hurrying back home,
I sat by a fear
And felt you’d have,
Someone else near.
But I made up my mind
No matter what I hear
I’d confess my guilt
Though its too little ,
For your wounds to clear
Soldier at War
Walking all the while
On this battlefield
I say, its not worth
While i’m moving this way
I’ve become a cruel knife
Taking each life
Tearing pieces of cloth
To fill my wounds
And rise, and continue firing
I smell blood, breathe dust
Stamp souls and walk ahead
I’ll live this fight till our war is dead
We shout again, reaching homes
Repeating victory, leaving names on stones
Play with kids, give love a kiss
And explain how much I did miss
Little Dreams
Tipp.. Tipp.. Tipp..
After rain, the waters drop
Providing a wet ground
For the footsteps that never stop
In this little wild world
Amidst ignoring eyes
I see two little kids
Being shooed off like flies
One word of compassion
Two morsels so caressing
Could wipe out the tears
These orphans keep dreaming
People have no pity
Still show butter pain
And dusting their touch
Walk along their lane
“Oh! Its time for my leave”
And diminished myself in the crowd
To board the train
Whistling so loud.
Mailing Love
Its just those words I know
Not even her name
Never seen her face
Nor talks of her fame
The voyage seems so long
Only two people to sail
And the route being found
Writing down E-mail
Not an evening we shared
Never went for a ride
A kiss stands far behind
True love hiding inside
Where could I go?
How should I find?
Her friends act dumb
Pretending to be kind
I’m not a policeman
I’m not a detective
And the clues in my head
Are getting my brains defective
With whom shall I quarrel?
Who shall I blame?
There’s no one I find
Behind that fake beautiful name.

