Ritesh Nair Biography

Winter is here, I can tell
The lost stories forgotten echo
They speak of us,
the stream flowing down the road reminds me, of you.
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You said something, I didn't hear
You complain that the love seems gone
I shall not react, ask why or feel
I am gone somewhere, far into a land unknown
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If the broken could not mend
shall I bid time
even when i know now that time lies
shall i ask for an alibi
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When i look back at the path trodden bare feet,
i try to recollect what reminds me
will it be the smile, or the flower bloom
shall it be the redwood tree
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When you sleep, what would you dream of
Shall you dream of the beautiful fire place
Before which we lay together
And forgot the world lost, in each others eyes
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