Vidhi Gurnani
Tragedy
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I want to savour the breaths of vehement amour I want to savour the breaths of vehement amour
The hardwork may seem so easy, You never know how much we remain busy The hardwork may seem so easy, You never know how much we remain busy
I want us to hold hands together, And go on dates just like lovers do, I want us to hold hands together, And go on dates just like lovers do,
I remember the day, Mom, Dad brought you home, I remember the day, Mom, Dad brought you home,
My heart is sinking, In the pool of our reminiscences, My heart is sinking, In the pool of our reminiscences,
Someday somewhere we shall own a glance; Perhaps few moments of a fascinating trance; Someday somewhere we shall own a glance; Perhaps few moments of a fascinating...
The burning pyres are calling out to you. They wish to narrate to you The burning pyres are calling out to you. They wish to narrate to you
The sky blooms ...the sun decides playing peek a boo with the clouds, The sky blooms ...the sun decides playing peek a boo with the clouds,
She sat in the densest depths Of the dungeons of her mind, She sat in the densest depths Of the dungeons of her mind,
Why does she follow me? And why doesn’t she talk? Why does she follow me? And why doesn’t she talk?
Finally she had left in way, That made everyone’s heart sway. Finally she had left in way, That made everyone’s heart sway.
Years rolled off the miles; off the chosen track, Hither I wait! Still thy touch: oblivious to th... Years rolled off the miles; off the chosen track, Hither I wait! Still thy to...
The love that has to be occurred between... The love that has to be occurred between...
I never hated my life, I just never wanted to be alive. I never hated my life, I just never wanted to be alive.
The little girl in the red coat, Already found out the world was cutthroat. The little girl in the red coat, Already found out the world was cutthroat.
My legs are tired while walking .. That the journey is not the end of life .. My legs are tired while walking .. That the journey is not the end of life ....
Everything around me is dying. Why are those pretty petals falling? Everything around me is dying. Why are those pretty petals falling?
The hands that held my face, Were now folded in a sorrowful grace. The hands that held my face, Were now folded in a sorrowful grace.
Don’t touch my heart with your dark dirty hands.... Don’t touch my heart with your dark dirty hands....
I can hear the whispers In streets when I pass. I can hear the whispers In streets when I pass.
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