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Closer.

Hey guys, so I’ve written this song, it’s like a new version of your favourite song closer. Do read and let me know if you like it. 

Hey. 

I don’t want to be your girlfriend or your best friend.

I don’t want  a tag. 

I just want to be someone whom you cannot replace with anybody else. 

I hate replacements. 

Hey. 

It’s kind of weird to find someone for whom you’re enough.

I don’t know what is going on.

I just know that I don’t want to share you with anybody.

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul. 


Will it be another heartbreak or a disappointment? 

I don’t really know.
But,  I don’t want to know. 

And I don’t even want to think about it. 

I just want the ‘us’ to stay.

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul. 
 


When I see some old happy pictures of mine, 

I wish you were in them with me.

I wish I knew you before. 

I wish we had more time.

I remember telling you this line which I wrote back,  in a poem, 

‘Dance with me till the song lasts’

I don’t know if you did understand my feelings that day.

But that’s how I feel. You make me happy. 

Not just accepting me or calling me pretty. 

But you make me feel closer to myself, closer to God, closer towards truth, closer to hope,

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul. 
 


You make me wonder, how could anybody love me like you do.

How could anybody make me feel like you do. 

I’m always in a want for more. 

Do I even deserve all this?

But like I said, I don’t want to know. 

I don’t like this feeling of getting away from you. 

I don’t want to be replaced. 

I just want to be with you till the clock ticks. 

I just want to dance with you till the song lasts. 

I just want you to be closer to me, closer to my soul

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One fine night. 

Something scratching in the back,

Something got her laughing while sitting up straight on her bed,

May be a familiar story in the old book rack. 
The blanket was lying as she left it in the morning, 

Twirled like a mermaid taking rest over a rock, 

Waiting for the next wave dining. 
The spoon just fell over the cup,

Like a huge star, shooting in the infinities of the sky, 

While ceramic did talk and made hupp.
She just leaned back on the backside of her bed, 

And just like that she held the music in the room, 

And she saw the lower corner of the curtain waving to her but she wondered if it was all in her head.

May be it doesn’t matter anymore.

It’s all, about you.
So many sad eyes on happy faces.

Why are you allowing to wither in your self?
Do you still have those bits and pieces of who you were?
I believe, they are yours.

Because you let fairy tales; you grew up reading in books, to be true.
The whole point of being with someone is so you can talk your heart out with them, without feeling being judged, who smiles at your best and stays with you at your worst.

But may be you’re too late.
You no more know how to talk.

May be it doesn’t matter anymore.
I’ve seen it through you.
You held it long enough to let go.
Stop holding those bits and pieces
of where you no longer belong.

Close your eyes to old ends
and open your heart,
to new beginnings.

You are brave, you know;
I’ve seen you dance
through the flames that ramble against you
when you set yourself
on fire.

You’re kind, you know;
I’ve seen you soothe those
who never bothered
to know
the ache inside you.

You’re more, you know;
more than this,
more than you ever were,
more than anyone could ever be.

You’re made up of thunder, fireworks and sunlight.
So, rise like the sun, and burn.

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Do you miss your childhood?

Do you miss your childhood?
I miss the way we took pleasure in small things.
Balloons, candies and cookies.
Even as great things crumbled.

We did hide-n-seek,
And peeped through the bushes,
And danced gaily at celebrations.
Or laughed away when the other fell.
Chased away mum for that glass of milk,
And fancy dad’s return for chocolates.

To chitter, chatter.
And be the teacher’s pet.
Party on getting ten on ten.
Or those birthday treats.
Running fast to get the front seat,
Or take hours to finish the last spoon of mum’s best dish.

Neither we could control the world around,
Nor felt the need for it.
There was not a search for happiness.
Or hiding away from crying.

We took the world as it is and smiled.

Could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt,Yet took joy in the things that made us happy.

If you still miss your childhood,
Remember,
It’s never too late to have a happy childhood.

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