Posts Tagged: Death

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I Need to Rise


Listen. We are dying out our lives every passing minute. Now we will be entering into a phase of getting older from the phase of getting younger that we were in yesterday. I know this is a stupid philosophy. But

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I Need to Rise


Listen. We are dying out our lives every passing minute. Now we will be entering into a phase of getting older from the phase of getting younger that we were in yesterday. I know this is a stupid philosophy. But

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The Crumbling Of My Mind


Look, the world is crumbling apart As if it’s made out of powder and dust. Look at the buildings falling down part by part. Even the trees are turning into flying ashes. And feel this seething wind Which is blowing everything

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The Crumbling Of My Mind


Look, the world is crumbling apart As if it’s made out of powder and dust. Look at the buildings falling down part by part. Even the trees are turning into flying ashes. And feel this seething wind Which is blowing everything

The Mob


Sometimes out of the blue I feel afraid And vulnerable. As if I am going to be soon Attacked by a mob, Which is searching for me badly In the grasses and ferns. And they are crying At the top

The Mob


Sometimes out of the blue I feel afraid And vulnerable. As if I am going to be soon Attacked by a mob, Which is searching for me badly In the grasses and ferns. And they are crying At the top

Almost There


You are walking on a tightrope. Living slowly and unconsciously in a dream, To wake up with the nostalgia of death, Which isn’t that very far! Cause if you look, you are almost there. On the brink to wilt and fall. Just

Almost There


You are walking on a tightrope. Living slowly and unconsciously in a dream, To wake up with the nostalgia of death, Which isn’t that very far! Cause if you look, you are almost there. On the brink to wilt and fall. Just

Your Struggles


I saw you struggle in the lonely wind From the window, through the door. I saw the scribbled scars on your face, And the storm of tears breaking before.   And I saw you screaming in the alley, And rattling

Your Struggles


I saw you struggle in the lonely wind From the window, through the door. I saw the scribbled scars on your face, And the storm of tears breaking before.   And I saw you screaming in the alley, And rattling

Prisoners Of War


It was all smoke. And a deafening thunder. It was a bomb again. A row of men clad in khaki emerged into sight  as soon as the smoke cleared away. They had bruised faces and red stains on their tattered

Prisoners Of War


It was all smoke. And a deafening thunder. It was a bomb again. A row of men clad in khaki emerged into sight  as soon as the smoke cleared away. They had bruised faces and red stains on their tattered