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| breathless empty perfume visions torment solitude wearied linger Breathless, I stand before him, Allowing my perfume to linger, I move slowly and carelessly, Knowing the torment it causes him. I look at him with an empty gaze, That will cause him visions of our times together, Wearied but still hoping, He'll keep waiting on the other side of the glass in solitude. Forever and ever and ever... Breathless, I stand before him, Perfume lingering, moving carelessly, Knowing his torment. My empty gaze set on his, Visions of our times together, Wearied but hoping, Waiting on the other side of the glass in solitude. Forever and ever and ever... |
| With no real stability, I'd wander around Through the corridor of life, like under a command, Never stopped to think why I was doing something. Everything seems vain and meaningless until that day, When miraculously, I stopped to think, Where do I belong? When did I begin? Is there an end? Will I just be another life as I leave? Stuck in a cycle with no true goal? Thats when I began to look for a way out, For something that will tell me that my struggle is worth something. I began a journey towards God And suddenly, the entire world gained became colored. Flowers began to bloom, and I began to notice, The sun began to rise, showering me with kisses, I began to see a light in the end of a dark tunnel, And I found the within myself the motivation to reach it. LC:15 Finding lord was truly a gift for me and I do wish I learn to acknowledge his Grace more. |
| Turing over a leaf as I leave behind, The memories of my past weeks and months, I still haven't really realised, If the previous March has begun or ended. Time has been cheating itself for so long now. I've lost all track of where I really am. Along with the motivation to keep on moving, Hoping that someday it'll hit, and I'll be able to move on. LC:8 |
| Amid a chaotic 2020, The only consolation was "This too shall pass." Everyone hoped that 2021 Will bring a brighter tomorrow. But honestly, I don't think, I'm ready this new light, Terrified of social interactions Of having to step out face the world. I think I'll be just fine If this doesn't pass. I don't really want us To go back to normal. And to be honest, 2020 was wonderful A break much needed, So much alone time I had skipped. So I think we should just Find a middle ground Instead of reverting to the way we were, Let's reserve the solace of 2020. LC:20 |
| A look at the man, A dicision is made, By my very own father that, He's the one for for me. He has nothing, No power, no money, Nothing except perhaps, A good ounce of decency. But Im not being consulted with, I'm being ordered. Simply shoved into the norm, No power to me. Marriage is like good riddance Of the daughters of the family, Like a barter, a trade, "Take care of her, I'll pay you for it." And the dowry* system kicks in, For the groom needs to be paid, He will not take away, This burden for free. It was disgusting, but it was what it was. A heavily normalised standard, A flawless system against question. Imagine the disrespect, Being treated like useless luggage, Being transferred without consent, For the rest of your life, you're a slave, For there was no love Between me and the man I lived with. Just a bank transaction, Is all I really am. LC:32 Notes: Dowry is an amount of property or money brought by the bride's family to her the groom on their marriage. This is a real system that was prevalent in India. Some parts of te country still have this as a normalised standard, which really needs to be changed. |
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