Anisha Jain
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Without making any noise Tip toed to my bed Without making any noise Tip toed to my bed
The pain I feel is deep and raw, A wound that never seems to thaw. The pain I feel is deep and raw, A wound that never seems to thaw.
Time died in this place trying to find a home far away from home that bore the fragrance of sunfl... Time died in this place trying to find a home far away from home that bore th...
Upon my face, a canvas fair A reflection of my heart and care Upon my face, a canvas fair A reflection of my heart and care
A lady stood before the mirror, Gazing at her face so clear, A lady stood before the mirror, Gazing at her face so clear,
Together, We shared our joys and sorrows, Together, We shared our joys and sorrows,
The stars above twinkle bright, A canvas of black velvet night, The stars above twinkle bright, A canvas of black velvet night,
Among the crowded buildings, I search for a patch of green, Separating dusky horizons; I watch th... Among the crowded buildings, I search for a patch of green, Separating dusky ...
Don't fall in love with a poet, For their heart is a fickle thing. Don't fall in love with a poet, For their heart is a fickle thing.
This mystery far above me, Its intricacies beyond me. This mystery far above me, Its intricacies beyond me.
Smell of Turmeric and Jasmine mingled People chattering and standing tangled Smell of Turmeric and Jasmine mingled People chattering and standing tangled
The heart can be a stubborn thing, Resisting logic, refusing to cling The heart can be a stubborn thing, Resisting logic, refusing to cling
Stayin' all nights, no; losin' control over the things ever damned... Tryna skippin' conversation... Stayin' all nights, no; losin' control over the things ever damned... Tryna s...
Is there any hope? Amidst the chaos and despair, Is there any hope? Amidst the chaos and despair,
In the windows of our soul, lies a world that's full of gold, In the windows of our soul, lies a world that's full of gold,
Pots of clay and pots of stone, In them, we cook and call it home. Pots of clay and pots of stone, In them, we cook and call it home.
The plaster from the walls was peeling off in layers, They cupped their hands every morning, utte... The plaster from the walls was peeling off in layers, They cupped their hands...
It’s not that I love cats But the cat next door It’s not that I love cats But the cat next door
My verses melt Into the mouth of the night sky My verses melt Into the mouth of the night sky
Where the sea meets the sky and into your arms I'd lie Would be heaven on earth where my heart wo... Where the sea meets the sky and into your arms I'd lie Would be heaven on ear...
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