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waiting for you to show up again

A lot in me has died
A little, waiting for you to show up again
Won't you stop by just at midnight
Or meet at crossroads in rain

A lot in me has died
A little, waiting for you to show up again

On little slips I write insignificant lines
And throw them out of window
I know I am crazy though
Its love that speak or may be all is vain

A lot in me has died
A little waiting for you to show up again

Every day beautiful I deep breathe
Coz I want to feel I want to know I live

Whispers, silence n words lost in whirlwind
I find myself lost in memory lane

A lot in me has died
A little waiting for you to show up again





P.S. - These are just random lines. Today is Shivratri and I take an opportunity to thank God for a beautiful gift he has given me in this life - a gift of penning down my thoughts that helps me a lot in bearing the pain and celebrating the happiness.
Apart from my sister today I wish for you Sheena , I wish you would get that 'someone special' soon. I wish he is the one you waited for so long. As you said, he knows you very well, knows you every inch. I guess he is perfect for you. I know how does it feel when 'someone knows you very well' still you are not lucky to have that person in your life. I wish for you all the happiness in the world. God bless you. !!







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Kapil Sharma said…
On little slips I write insignificant lines
And throw them out of window
I know I am crazy though
Its love that speak or may be all is vain

wow magik woven in disguise :)
Writing things on slips and flowing them away is one of the strongest form of it :)
February 21, 2012 at 6:17 AM
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