#lyricsToTheTuneOfEmotions

A Parchment not read but Felt   It’s been a year and more Close enough than no one before the blanket knows the tell tales Night time whispers, silent stares Adored you and cared for bared it all, hundred and eighty afar present is the day singing the tale of mockery I am a scarlet to your dark's and merry for the milk white, brown is a misfit warm the bed but not thy heart the list is long, I am last and a scar top it all, the maiden in pink residing afar proud maiden does know I am a sidekick a play toy with its expiry date mark on the doorstep seems to knock the day I’ll be pushed in the dumpster bay oh! Thought it will be different this once not my color and edges but me I wished a dance with his heart in it a parchment not read but felt -Khushi

A tale of fanaticism and plight.... I tried to pull away from the drain to harness all the endless passion it was a stripped soul locked in a hole she held her existence worthy of none amidst attractive flowers and enchanting sparkle each with a worth of diamond thousand she held memories of numerous vacationer who did halt at the hole for a petite hour and soon did elope for a pretty blossom whilst their stay, each created an illusion chimera in which she was his darling irony , she was just a tool of his lollygag prior to adorning new pathways they all mocked her for her scars her birth  was described as a blunder pitying the passion which fashioned her she did dread the glare, she feared an exchange in heart she had envisioned , herself a pest of grunge An explicit tale I consider, she sang before she left it was a blissful account  of  a traveler who did wait those were the days for her of a cheerful gala her heart was content  f...

Day Night and all between it ... There are Days...... There are days I live in vacuums then there are days I suffocate in it there are days I believe the illusions only to discern it was another trick There are days I believed I was loved then there are days with a slap onto my face there are days I just hoped only to have it all shattered all away There are days I held it all figured then there are days with no resolve there are days I am unaccompanied only to know how lonely it will always remain There are days I did try to give it my all then are days which exposed how worthless it was there are days I care to much for all only to be thought through as a toy willed at wish Then there are nights................... There are nights I was delusional then there are nights it hit me hard there are nights I craved to be more still only to know I was not even a speck there are nights I thought finally I’ll be free then there are nights I was strang...

Not Another song ...  It’s a stage, my mind is frozen and the song I want to leave the stage midway on I have no clue to why I would words I feel I know nothing of anymore yes I will leave the stage without another song tangled thoughts I hang onto the mocking bird is singing its last song too masking a troubled soul with a smile was there anything I could do right by anyone yes I will leave the stage without another song I have not been worth the golden sun day not worth the spring trees that sway I have never been able to comprehend why I did push everybody away to end Yes I will leave the stage without another song I am alone on this stage again tonight it’s a void no more spirits to exhibit yes it will hurt before it would get any better I will just get drunk enough to let it all go blur Yes I will leave the stage without another song Maybe it will help to get over me have not been worth my own pride let it rain and eradicate my last note ...

Teach me , how to part ... This one is for everyone who whenever had a life experience an experience where you gave it all in return for an ambiguous call it’s when you thought it was more for when it seemed all too genuine when after falling you learned to walk but only to fall again while at the track it’s for the times when all of us thought oh this is it, finally it is it only to know you became a tool device which served the need of a fool it’s when with a  glass of whiskey  you poured it  all hypnotized to believe it really had potential probable to have a mate , a safe haven your sorry soul , became an object of recreation It’s when each of us boarded a bus with a thought we shared a terminus and then hit the realization when you heard “I have got a friend to meet, you carry on “. Period. It’s to all who got down from a moving wagon cause you cared too much but a very too little for own you move down the highway with a hopeless he...

I'll Return to The home of the Lone  : A puzzle i cant decipher. A click of finger and all does change yesterday a soul who was just a relate becomes a turbulence of sensation a handful dates of the blissful delusion caressing fingers a leisurely exchange his bear hug meant all that of substance lone spread enough to contain together he was my pill to insomnia, a secure anchorage   each graph till the crest and it has to plunge  days I shared all, now it’s a voids presence his trace down my spine, all off the mark  devil and angel always play their part to the mark he is the response to all my uncertainties doesn’t belong yet a sense of being my possess dependent altogether , consequential to self pity and still I am pondering as to  why ? It’s an undefined merger he is an enigma I am unable to decipher the era of this relation is prefixed thought of tomorrow however leaves me perturbed he is a greek god and I am not of ...