Anshara Jahan
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Some pages are torn,
Some are hidden under the crust of pain,
Some are embedded with unsaid letters and poems,
And some are just left empty like memories.
The Weaver
Money
Mother Nature...
Colours
Freedom
The Twilight ...
Parents
World
Fast Car
No More Eyes
The pain of losing you No words spoken can explain The pain of losing you No words spoken can explain
I witnessed a great moment of clarity. I witnessed a great moment of clarity.
I wondered about brain drain I wondered about brain drain
Entertained with frosty air, Shivering gently far cum near. Entertained with frosty air, Shivering gently far cum near.
I find you in my mind with no inked lines to add onto I find you in my mind with no inked lines to add onto
Amalgamated cosmos whispered a secret she never told anyone Amalgamated cosmos whispered a secret she never told anyone
Never did I give up on life Never did I give up on life
Where does the time go? Where does the time go?
Tears can't bring what you lost Tears can't bring what you lost
She had finally left for another kingdom where no pain to bear any longer She had finally left for another kingdom where no pain to bear any longer
Life is not meant to be lived suffocating Life is not meant to be lived suffocating
Their love is always near Their love is always near
Don't worry I am your soulmate... Don't worry I am your soulmate...
After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chai...
I watch the sun rise and set each day Hoping and praying to see you again I watch the sun rise and set each day Hoping and praying to see you again
Boat. A half-moon sail, cut out Of gleaming blue silk; oh! look Boat. A half-moon sail, cut out Of gleaming blue silk; oh! look
And it's hard to talk and feel heard when you always feel like useless stuff good as a burden; And it's hard to talk and feel heard when you always feel like useless stuff goo...
Music embalms us Music embalms us
My sweet little journal My sweet little journal
On endless shores children play, Oblivious to anything That comes in their way! On endless shores children play, Oblivious to anything That comes in their wa...
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