Paritosh Dhawan

Lying on the bed with eyes closed I was thinking
What the world would be like if my eyes stop blinking
Will the world be the same when I am gone?
Will anyone remember my name when I am gone?
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HERE is the scene: the guy loves a girl but the girl is with someone else. After waiting for long when he couldn't move on nor get her, he decides to break every type of connection with her. This how his last letter follows
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Running away to home after tired of headaches of the office chores
Sat in my car I drove as fast as I could, rats in my stomach couldn't wait anymore
Making plans for the weekend, looking I was for a low traffic road
But the streets were filled with people marching in protest, the path was choked
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Another argument another fight
Another try deciding what's right
today again I told them that its you who made the call
Then its your luck whether I stand tall or fall
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Everybody says we should fear the all mighty
but has anyone ever wondered who is this thee
found in many forms on this earth
we have been told about them since our birth
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See the stars, they are shining for you
When you hear me believe that it’s true
I've been standing here
For all these years
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My parents promised me to guide my life
but they lied
They weren't there when I need them the most
they died.
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'Look here mum', said a little boy
showing his mother a man, a messenger of joy.
A red face, crazy smile and clothes with Polka-dots,
It must be fun being me, right? WRONG!
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It was about the time
When the first beam of light touched the white peak
I saw it from the window of my travelers seat
I was a little sleepy my vision was quite hazy
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Screeching of shoes all over the court
evrytime I step on that floor
After first jump like Dwight
I run for ring like Wall, faster than light
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School ended.. Things changed hopes grew bigger dreams grew bigger
As for some fallen in love worries for the life ahead grew bigger! !
For some its time to move on, for some its time to make a new start
For some its time to work hard so that the loved shouldn't be apart
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Be it of any language or not
Still, to choose the right many fought
For the weapon dangerous than sword or fire...
Can't be faked by face or attire
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In her cradle she was, so weak and helpless
Telling her rosary all the time, to god her fun she confessed
So old, Pale white wrinkled skinned she was
And all her life she loved me the most
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Its a long discussion I'm having with myself
Started @ 8 its now 10 past 12
I'm in a dilemma, what should I do
Coz the ray of hope is going to end soon
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