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Escape From The Truth: Prologue: A sun-drenched day of Switzerland with open fields, hilly landscapes, a nip in the air and the most attractive girl embracing the nature. It...

next to me, near to him...

next to me, near to him...
its not a memory, its not a film...
Its all i think was abode mine...
tears in eyes, she said fine! fine! fine!....

...quarrel over the glass of wine...
At time, there is love, there is life and a distinct line..
Buy me some time, buy me some pain..
better than untouched, virgin and slain..

Got to go, but not knowing where....
I know, You are and and you will be there...

... Lost her touch.....

... Lost her touch.....

Well indeed truely said...
its between lines every thing is read...

she was swan, he was a duck...
and bitterness is there, he is stuck...

she had a friend she called him life...
forgot the duck, forgot the strive...

duck went aloof with passage of time...
She visted, but her care was sublime....

with elan swan did a say...
duck was broken and alone on his way...

duck wanted swan to hold his hand...
and celebrate her choice with a grand...

life in the lake was symphony of trust...
duck didnt knew his relation would rust...

friend and friend, he was never the best....
tired, uncared and neglected from the rest...

Swan remained a swan, she got her charm....
Duck was sold to a poultry farm....

'halal' and cut his 'heart' was sold....
he still had the swan in its cold...

Cut with a knife the man did cook...
what happend to the story, you never ever looked....

i am duck and your are the swan...
You are happy, I am fried in a pan...

I give up as i lost her touch....
She knew everything about me, i didnt knew much....

I lost her touch.....

fantasy without meaning...
hurts without healing.....
love without feeling....
and then they call it life....

bonds without trust..
relations with rust...
eyes full of lust...
and then they call it life....

rules without a game...
child without a name...
all evils gets the fame...
and then they call it life....

silence which is loud...
those wrongs are proud...
when we often walk alone in crowd...
and then they call it life....

when rape is considered as love making...
when she takes cocaine for heart aching...
abortions, cut the cake which is baking...
and then they call it life.....

When money owe the power...
There no water to drink, forget the shower...
Vase is full of plastic and no flower...
And then they call it life....
And they call me cruel.....

grave of a romance

What’s that whose limit is the sky?
I know clouds, their limit is the rain
My limit?
Thinking about you!and thinking about you again—
I have broken so many pledges and forsaken so many vows
I don’t trust my self any more but,
I guess that’s the way it goes—
Why do these flowers still bloom?
Why do the butterflies dance?
These questions only make sense to people
living in the grave of a romance

jane na kyu meri zindagi khafa khafa si hai....
jane na kyu meri haar saans, ek saza si hai ....

kuch to tha, un khwabon me...
aur koi to tha meri in nigahon me....

kuch aansu hai, kuch madham saanse...
kissnay chali ye chal, aur kisnay feke thay paanse....

din kho gaya hai, aah bhi nahi nikalti....
ruk gaya hai manzar, raah kahi bhi nahi nikalti....

teri mere har mulaquat me, kuch keh na payee...
hum tujhsay khafa hokar hi rehna payee....

kuch chubati hui yaadein, fir se rang layee....
megha se oos barsi bhi nahi. fir bhi uski yaad ayee....

mere ek sawal ka jawab to dena tha...
kuch kehne se pehle, thoda sooch to lena tha....

ab khamoshi hai aur kuch uljhi zindagi se shikayat...
kabhi lagay agar to kar dena thodi inaayat...

ab main chalta hu apnay katon ki raah par...
main tujhay khush kar na pyaya tujhay chah kar....

farewell my love

Farewell to you my love,
I can't longer give you my heart,

I kept my love for a long time,
Waiting for you to come back.
Farewell to you my love,
Don't doubt that I don't love you,
You're always on my mind,
And never forget in a time.
Farewell to you and never hate me,
It will hurts me with regrets, thinking of you in silence,
Makes my heart tears with sadness.

Farewell my love, My time is over,
I need to go,
And pursue my solemn vow.