25th
March 2013
#9 Theory of comfort
Takes time to swallow,
skin sheds like it was supposed to,
humble in our own way
its useless to paint my walls.
skin sheds like it was supposed to,
humble in our own way
its useless to paint my walls.
If you find me lost – I always was
and remember this
my hands are often moist,
my eyes often tender,
it’s just another way of telling you
I can’t die without you.
and remember this
my hands are often moist,
my eyes often tender,
it’s just another way of telling you
I can’t die without you.
In case you switch my blades,
let us revolve around the main plot,
the extent of this theory
that everything can be substituted
but your comfort.
let us revolve around the main plot,
the extent of this theory
that everything can be substituted
but your comfort.
i don wanna say a single word abt ur words... all my words were snatched by ...''it’s just another way of telling you
ReplyDeleteI can’t die without you.".... wht a candid confession.... !!!!
Are these highly autobiographical... or too instantaneous... I mean, if "adaptation in togetherness" is indeed your 'opinion' about relations in an urban environment, it must be a wide- stepped departure from the Anupam Roy who writes songs for cinema!
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