shona sengupta

This can't go on
'I'm waiting'
All hope is dead and gone
'I'm waiting'
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I can only imagine.....
I could lay my hands upon my wand
I know where it will lead me
To the tall pine forests
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When I see just a ray of sunlight,
I shall no longer call it night.
When in the beam my vision blurs,
I will not loose sight.
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When time closes in on us,
I'll be there to pull you out
Hand in hand we will brave
Every reason and every doubt
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Luckiest is the man who has nothing to loose
Luckiest is he who has nothing from which to choose.
Luckiest is the man who has nobody for whom to care
Luckiest is the man who has nothing to share.
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I wrote a letter trying to feel better,
To my father's elder brother.
I crushed it up and wrote yet another,
It was an apologetic one
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Trapped by duty
Wounded by love,
A soldier stands alone.
In a battlefield deserted by nature,
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How will heaven be?
As far as I can see
It will have huge bells
And will be situated on clouds
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The little girl down the lane,
As hail rattles on her window pane,
Comes down the snowy path
Or walks up to her dilapidated home
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Why can't I?
What has she that I have not?
What is it that I have not been taught?
Why is she good at all?
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I have often heard about the existence of an immortal soul
But if so, why is its presence unseen?
Why has it so aloof been?
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From the very beginning
As they evolve from seeds
Growing little by little
Until finally into seedlings.
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Beautiful is the wind
That blows within my soul
And leaves the leaves rustling.
Beautiful is the mind
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Take a ride down the lane
You once used take a walk by,
You may not make it at once
Give life another try.
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Long after those days were gone
The time dissolving before my eyes
Those roads yet again walked upon
Again underneath those starry skies
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The chirping that breaks into my dreams
The fresh breeze that gushes past me
The dew on the early grass
And the clear blue sky above
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I write not to please another, not for pity; that the thought may die,
I write not for your pleasure or praise in hope of greatness
I write not for the critique of a thousand eyes
Not that words may show my skill in arrangement
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Wake up see not the time
It isn't a race against the clock
Dress up but don't ponder on the looks of it
Don't burn bread while packing for the day
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I met you as a stranger
With disbelief in your existence
But they say you shall be found in the strangest of places,
It is so little that words describe
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Not even time awaits my approval
While doubt governs my mind
And this is my struggle as I surface from my reverie
Into the reality of a choice like any other
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