The king of smiles in his woolen whites,
Staring at death from hydro heights.
The Sunshine of his life, in her Salwar yellow,
Wondering what drove them here and how.
...
As I stand, razor in hand,
Shaving clean my face.
Barrister Heart and learned counsel Mind,
are fighting my romance case.
...
In this story I am telling you,
not every one is always human.
She loves him more than she loves herself,
while he's scared that the love might kill them.
...
Do we have to be in those fields
Endless and tall grass, sunshine and moon
Can't love emerge from the cramp of a hostel room?
...
I am rude, full of sarcasm, the typical class clown,
But with you I'm good, emotional and my real own.
...
He is dead, passed out of the world last year,
and in the business class of hell he summons the memories
of the lady of his life.
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I don't know how, but coming to think of it,
I never could make so much sense of it,
until today when I realized,
that I and E are the story of my life.
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Higher than the heights, she gets. Harder than the stone.
Deeper than the Pot. With her thoughts, all alone.
Wasted like a weed, I feel greener than the grass,
...
I am the purpose defeater.
I am the one who's here,
So I'll talk to you later
I am a bottle of beer.
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