Guniya Sharma
Tragedy
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I took a flight to reach you and now I go back to feel thorns.. I took a flight to reach you and now I go back to feel thorns..
When the Sun goes down, the poet watches His little flower, still dispelling all the gloom, When the Sun goes down, the poet watches His little flower, still dispelling ...
But sometimes I feel alone, lost and stranded, But sometimes I feel alone, lost and stranded,
We’re cursed with immortality Choked by the flood of thoughts We’re cursed with immortality Choked by the flood of thoughts
You're just a memory You're just a memory
What is it that plagues you my child? What is it that plagues you my child?
every day I hold onto the remains of those I've lost, as I lose my mind a little every day. every day I hold onto the remains of those I've lost, as I lose my mind a little...
There is a place where time has nothing to keep. There is a chasm that is nothing but deep. There is a place where time has nothing to keep. There is a chasm that is no...
All darkness cast on the screen, In the background, just a flicker of hope! All darkness cast on the screen, In the background, just a flicker of hope!
My chest hurts, and I can't seem to breathe; My chest hurts, and I can't seem to breathe;
Come, dear! Take me away with you, Come, dear! Take me away with you,
Mom gave all her time, I did not give her seconds of mine, Mom gave all her time, I did not give her seconds of mine,
Jeffrey was never lonely. He collected shorn hair, Jeffrey was never lonely. He collected shorn hair,
From a means of mere communication, You have moulded to a kind of dictation. From a means of mere communication, You have moulded to a kind of dictation.
She was the gleaming sunlight, Her sparkly eyes resembled crystal. She was the gleaming sunlight, Her sparkly eyes resembled crystal.
The alarm beeps. My morning cue. The alarm beeps. My morning cue.
I searched for a shelter on a stormy night I searched for a shelter on a stormy night
After many ifs and buts, I have taken a decision with all my guts. After many ifs and buts, I have taken a decision with all my guts.
Remembering your smile ... Remembering your smile ...
One year was a period of blessing. The memories turned out to be too cloudy. One year was a period of blessing. The memories turned out to be too cloudy.
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