I saw him sitting on a bench in a park and there is a perchance he was crying.
You may want to know what I was doing there. I had started back from home thinking that I will go for a jog but as soon
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Out of that unknown hidden guilt that you think you have,
And some fuckin sense of resposnibility,
That doing it will let you keep the label of being good.
Its fear and you chose a very shameful way
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I will come back,my friend,
I have to, the conversation
was incomplete when I left,
That move of yours,I still
have to find a counter for,
Let the chess board too wait,
For the game is far from
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He sits on the roof,
Gently takes a drag,
As the sudden red
Lights up near his eye.
He can see dwindling lights,
Not stars, planes
Flying to heights.
The smoke fills up,
Yet he can see
A
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All the paintings to look at in the room,
Each telling its own story,
But to listen there was none,
No one even to hear and forget.
I had a painting put up there,
I never really liked it,
But the
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It was dark,had to be,
He wouldn't have come otherwise,
He did it often but it had to be dark,
He would sit and scribble,not able to see anything,
And then leave to return sometime again.
She wore a
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