Lyric.

lyr·ic-–adjective Also, lyr·i·cal.

1. (of poetry) having the form and musical quality of a song, and esp. the character of a songlike outpouring of the poet's own thoughts and feelings, as distinguished from epic and dramatic poetry.

i've been thinking for a while to do a blog in pure lyrics.
(some of these are mine, some by others)

I can see these fading lines tell stories.
Memories
Etched deep.
Into the crevices of my palm.

Figures lie. and liars figure.

How is it that
you're an asset
and a liability?

'and nothing can stop me except divine intervention.'

I can already see the story spelt out
across the sky.
I'm my own oracle.
I sense disaster as it comes.
sense Disintegration
of a bond. a habit. a feeling.
Knowing you care. Knowing you're there.

Realism will be my downfall.

When i miss you
i sing
bring
memories into my
mind
find
sublime
joy at things
we used to do.

and i'll put you in a little box and store you away.

Sometimes I feel like a MS word file.
stretched taut to the sides of the page.
fully justified
of every breath I take.
I am predictable.
Written.
My full stops, question marks are all in check.
I am margined.
My personal bubble
1.5 inch
The white sides roll around me like a shroud.

Happiness is knowing when to stop.

Hate the bluntness.
Love the Realism.

Lesson Learnt?
Be Very careful of what you wish for.

Meeting you is a tedious task.
I remove this mask behind masks.
Face behind faces.
I come undone.
Naked and vulnerable in your judgement.
Burning in the embers of your eyes.
Trusting.

Illusions are lethal.

That blind thing


Remove
me
from the glass shields.
the numbness has gotten too Real.

Riotously Ablaze.

Half flung lines
Half sung songs of glory.
Too fast. Too soon.

You are neither here nor there.
Like a soldier fighting two battles.

You are my breath without breath. .
Life-source without oxygen.

another stone i put into my shoe.
another stone, to remind me of you.

I hate to segregate.

Regrets.
I look back and I'm thinking.
I could have done without this.
It's too late to fix.

Silence. Solitude. Serenity.
Peace.

I lose myself in tiny things.
scrabble. random chats.
The superficial. the fake.
Live in my alternate realm.

Assumed Blindness. Not written in stone.

So I saw your eyes today
On another man, passing by.
They
didn't quite see my soul.

don't douse into the uncertain.

I need my
Mother Theresa,
my Edhi, my
Gandhi.
My Saviour.
Emancipate me.

Belated Relapse.

We're the class act.
I hide behind your shadow.
Blend in. Invisible.
Almost like I didn't ever
Exist.

Door-mat issues.

i wanna remember you
like sand caught between the toes.
not quite heaven, not quite hell.


sweetest downfall.

and from the centers of your clenched palms
I will draw out rainbows.
I will splash them on every easel in the world
and ill dip the hues with pieces of you
and paint you
in a million shades.


p.s that sounds like mohay rang de basanti expanded. LOL


-all for now,
eeda

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