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WHEN I SEE THE LIGHT OF THE DAY

Her room parallel to mine. Staring at her window my favorite job. Cause the room is the lighthouse and she my INSPIRATION, forever.


When I see the light of the day,
'I am not alone'
Staring at your window I say.
For peace and harmony I seldom pray
For He knows what it is and it may.

Waiting to get blessed by the ray
On that spiny ground I perfectly lay,
It is not fair, my heart cries and says
I miss the childish and carefree play.

Anger, hatred, why this delay?
Wait till eternity? I think as I lay...
But when I see the light of the day,
Look up to your window and say,
"Stay forever by my side, never turn away!"

For people do even if they say
It is impossible for them to stay
To Him I ask and will forever say,
To keep you by my side lest I am astray!

You save me when I to myself betray
Saving me from the negativity grey
Your presence stops me from turning away!!!
When I see the light of the day...




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The time thus stopped, still
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Forever is hence a myth,
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Stuck, unmoving and dead.

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So fast around their souls,
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They cried, longed, lamented.

The emotions they were bound to
Took a toll on them once again,
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Them, all, remained the same!

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But that ache that is indifferent, an ache that feels new every-time, an ache that we’ve befriended like no other, an ache that is acknowledged and welcomed with smile driven tears, an ache that is nostalgic of moments that were mere memoirs of the bygone days, an ache that we never saw coming, an ache that was an escape once from the reality we never faced, an ache which has now become a necessity, an ache that is a part of you?

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