i love train journeys
it lightens our worries
its cradle like motion keeps us cool
in train, do you love people who sit before
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sometimes i sit beside table
with a white paper in front of me
with a pen place open on it.
i know i want to write
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every night
she kissed me
then told me dont kiss me
she is continuing the same game
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first i thought
pain is just a passing phase
humiliation is just a passing phase
then i understood
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melancholy is my stable emotion
happiness peeps up sometimes
gives me hope
then vanishes
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i hate this world
this world is for hypocrites
those who wear masks live happily here
i will never do it
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beside the street
beneath the tent
lies two children
weeping
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it takes days, months and
sometimes years to understand what one really wants in life
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