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UnDiscovered Theft
UnDiscovered Theft
I saw her on a stage
Full of life, no rage.
I admired her from afar
That's what is our cultural "Pyaar" (Love)
We played Romeo-Juliet games
But I knew it was in disarray
My mind was a beautiful place
That could conjure a magnificent play
I've seen her here, walking through the streets
My love was bound to be - plain, white and sleek
I have those traits that I know will impress
But my mind is in disarray from its own mess
I found her to be , my reckless bee
She would sting my world,
If her actions would showed consent to me.
Seeing the silence, our body language would plea
We both could take action
We would be our own version of Hir 'n' Hir
But dramatically it all looks good
In sex induced films that, cheer leerily
My love story is about a burgeoning sea,
Where two directions never meet
Though show every person where to be
I crave her presence in my life, that would be a treat.
I handled July,
when my cousin died
I handled guilt
Like blood in vessels pass by
Excuses, excuses! Excuses of loving others right
Makes our story a photon, passing by
Which always, is split up in real
Just its two sides are hidden, from the eye that observe and see
"Homo" To the world
But this love would work heterogeneously
I could remember her birthday
She could just hold onto me.
Not denying any culture.
Not defying any path
My love was not a nurture
It was poignant from the start
For the surroundings, we measured
Were set for us, initially
Love was engraved in us
But so was destiny
I would rather stay anonymous
And rather have these incognito feelings
Because my loved ones may let me be
But I have to face, a future with my past's dealings
I'm not resourceful, resentful maybe
I try to be smart
But hurt slams me like a little baby
It starts with a prick, spreading towards heart
I've to create resources,
As sea creates ponds and lake.
People are helpful
But they've to compete, their own stakes
