#lyricsToTheTuneOfEmotions

Inadequate still got to be brave. I heard them say it’s time to part well it’s now to be brave    couldn’t go on time journey change what I have gone throughout but it’s time not to be apprehensive   time to turn the day solely create the account fetch what should be mine     foul was their anxiety charming was their eloquent beside being the spawn, I was just a waste   pampered akin to princess may parasite it damaged my bequest catastrophic certain is, moment even if it is to be brave   tiara has vanished, heart can it cry immature needs to be lost sentiment have to be stone   desire is to hear mum’s lullaby dad’s embrace at its best my perfect pair, wish they could be   tent I’ll built-up, where I’ll stay mind is muddled , got to leave the rest however it could be it will be it will be, whilst the moment to be brave.   -khushi.

Whilst What Waits Then Just a craving the only yearning, steal away my solitude whilst surrounded by the multitude morning anticipated , the blessing asked for while sun blazed the snails crawled cuckooBara sang its tale my teddy all I have lonesome woods utter, the insensitive eviction Hard to deal can’t win rainfall sneer across the folk’s enmity in the empty quarters what could have been something besides Moving without silhouette the lonely nightingale sunshine by the horizon wonder when it will happen epitome of love desirable ever exist Womb which found might which created hostile appear the hands well never beyond individual cosmos ordeal will it yet accept fullstop Friends and fakes yesterday and nowadays weren’t you my love no another just name sake right fright of what waits then. -khushi.

The Reason Of Existence Is Itself Misplaced. Strolled the romanticism the wilderness we sauntered never had I thought I could shatter u that real or was it just u left for your own daydreaming I walk the lanes not a tear now trickle down how could have I not loved you when just the beam gave a million reasons it’s hard to comprehend the reason of existence is itself misplaced street dust to the juvenile my subdued track, the wheezing zephyr hide and seek, the ice-cream parlor random men by the wayside dusky nights, couch in the lounge headset, the college parchments that little infant ;epitome of heaven strike the poignant smile void seems every instance lived true the reason of existence is itself misplaced If only you could consent to listen was it a bond so inconsiderate could you look beyond the make-up disgust to doubt that it was all false it’s hard to call on, harder to quench the flames moments you gave, the recollection relished frequen...

OWED: to your NDIFFERENCE. Like a brother, like a friend each autumn and each spring Steps so far I could hang on then why today,, was it all really meant to change .. days when as an open book I could read through then why are you a mystery unresolved today… a cauldron worthy enough I could pour my tears into was it really meant to have a fissure.. a fitting sustain to the vine fragile… was it really meant to detach when raw time could change, time has changed a lot in you while a lot with me fuzzy to protract really it is so now it matters not the indifference you show when I am shattered, when I am weak when I am alone and your party is at peak undoubtedly the essence is gone the unspoken once loud to you have been muted well by how I wish, the words you preach could match the perform how I wish I could have the lost you how I wish I could have the old days back… -khushi i really wish i would never had to write this 

TWO DECADES IN.. At the door steps of my twenty Hazy still seems the outlook The teenage taught the lessons Mistakes and falters Mom once said “Kid with age reaps the intricacy” Accuracy I should learn from her Two decades in.., and I seem so old Diplomacy, hypocrisy, practicality Took me real long to learn the vitals Innocence, the self less adore Yes I did fell in love … Do come in the catalog of the traits Ninety eight, ninety nine position of hundred Multitude of million, friends NO, social circle Best friend, yea NO, social triumph Secrets best with held in your heart Out daggers dodgy ones When fool, counted twenty on fingers Twenty I am and dreads me the worse Moving a year ahead is no happier Heartbroken seems walking on crushed schooner… -khushi.