The fears, the dances, the exotica.
Annoyance
malakpetmasala | 13 July, 2005 09:09
It feels really odd when somethigs you would nt be bothered about start bothering you. Like my hair right now.
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Not the same anymore
malakpetmasala | 13 July, 2005 07:24
You came into my life uninvited and now you have disappeared after the sojourn, leaving me sad and broken. Our sweet memories haunt me, the nights we spent in each other
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Mornings
malakpetmasala | 07 July, 2005 07:04
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Unchanging battles
malakpetmasala | 04 July, 2005 08:21
Happiness seems strange and uncalled for, when you get used to being sad for long periods of time.
Just like the melancholic moonlight, which the first rays of the sun have just murdered.
Yeah, I rule my nights and the days just pass by.
Just like the melancholic moonlight, which the first rays of the sun have just murdered.
Yeah, I rule my nights and the days just pass by.
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The first dance.
malakpetmasala | 29 June, 2005 06:50
Death makes angels of men, decorates shoulders with plumed wings to fly.
Fly till you taste the fresh air of freedom. Freedom from this insane theatre;
Freedom from your fears; lizards and snakes. Freedom from yourself.
Dreams that never weaved into a fabric; moments that never were cherished.
No more cousins teasing my sleep, complaining about the hillside horses
no more swims in the wells that dried, no more wounds that ought to heal
Oh brother, lets go out and play, you and I are all the same,
Name the game - the Shaman
Fly till you taste the fresh air of freedom. Freedom from this insane theatre;
Freedom from your fears; lizards and snakes. Freedom from yourself.
Dreams that never weaved into a fabric; moments that never were cherished.
No more cousins teasing my sleep, complaining about the hillside horses
no more swims in the wells that dried, no more wounds that ought to heal
Oh brother, lets go out and play, you and I are all the same,
Name the game - the Shaman
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The arrival
malakpetmasala | 28 June, 2005 06:27
Spill, spell
chicken on the grill
the dancing Shaman is here to thrill.
chicken on the grill
the dancing Shaman is here to thrill.
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