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Do you had enough?
Enough to let go
You were my precious
You knew that
All the times I said
That I love you
I meant it
Do you think I don't?
Is that why
You wanna go away
Without a single goodbye?
Was it so hard?
Hard to share
Hard to bear
What about the promises
Promises to each other
We will support
No matter what is the decision
But now
I can not do that
It's hard to say now
That you've done the best
Was that best
Now I have to say goodbye
Even no there is no reply back
So goodbye precious
Good bye!
Day light
The broad day light
Feel so good
Cause you can see
The dark night
Feel better
Because you can not see
The faces full of smiles
But really are they?
The truth is hidden
Under the day light
Cause you have to see
What others want you to
You do not see
What others do not want
The greatest fear of all
Living under the day light
Where you don’t know
What is truth
What is lie...
Have to
Hold my self
Under the name of TRUST
Between you and me
But what is this?
This awkward silent
Killing me inside
Asking me to stop
Do you remeber
The first hello
Where we swear
To be together
Funny right?
But now,
No more room to hello
No more forever
Just a GOODBYE
Not sincerely
Not willingly
Just because we have to
Yeah, we have to.
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It’s been a short time
Just eight months
Eight months I feel nothing else.
A mere burden of being a human
A living human being
But what is the point?
Living like a nothing
Someone who's add one plus
Where participants are shown
Only heads are count
Do not care whether in or out
Ticking of clock
A reminder- worlds go on
But I'm lost
Lost the track of time
A calender days flies off
holidays I had passed
Were there holidays??
But I had none
Saturday, Sunday
No more weekends
Who cares
Only assignment matters
Marks, A+, 3.8 GPA
Yeah, sounds really great
But are they?
Life is rough...
For you and me
Everyone had freetimes
But I lost my day
I shouldn't complain
Whining over quite little things
That wasn’t big deal
People are dieing
Lucky to be alive, Huh?
Am I weak
Did I do enough...
Is this the life I meant to be???
After lot of hours
A old notification reminds
Still There is a place,
That I can be
Me...
Rose in the garden
Roses in garden
Not just beauty
Another plus for fragrance...
Perfectly fitting
More than neat
Something is missing
Why roses are so perfect?
Can’t they go wild
Tangling and messing
Freedom
Don’t they need it?
They need it
But they fear what happened
If they are the only one
Who need to be free