Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Ghost Writer

A song that will break all hearts.
A song that will well up eyes.
A song that will only hurt.
A song they will not ignore.

A poem that will beg for pity.
A poem that will pinch.
And everyone shall know
a poem that will scream.

For me, will you write?

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Will nothing help Biprorshee?

With You

We could walk endlessly.
Holding hands, laughing.
We could walk endlessly.
Just you, just me.

Just you, just me.
So much joy, it's childlike.
Just you, just me.
So much of us, it's never enough.

So much of us, it's never enough.
I talk, you listen.
So much of us, it's never enough.
You share, I collect.

You share, I collect.
Little shells, filled with tears.
You share, I collect.
Little hearts, big hopes.

Little hearts, big hopes.
Little steps, big strides.
Little hearts, big hopes.
Home shall never come.

Home shall never come.
Feet shall never tire.
Home shall never come.
We could walk endlessly,
you know?

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All things without you or Biprorshee

Lucky Town

Stranger, you shouldn't be here.
You don't belong.
Your sorrows are none of our business.
This is a happy town.

Stranger, you don't look too well.
We see through you.
You are too easy to read
and this is a happy town.

Stranger, we fear you.
You shall corrupt.
A touch and we will wither.
This is a happy town.

Stranger, don't even talk.
We are deaf to all but laughter.
We are blind to all but love.
Such a very happy town.

Stranger, we won't think twice and let you go.
There is no net to catch you. Be warned!
No trapeze acts here.
All clowns in a happy town.

Stranger, see our children?
They are all rats.
Your music seduces.
Get out of this happy town.

We thank you for your time, stranger.
We will never meet again.
And till the time you find your heaven,
best wishes with love from the happy town.

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All rats wander like Biprorshee