A samurai's sword
slays the inner foes before...
the cries of the lark do me in,
carrying with it – the eastern winds...
How many more
nights...
In war rather than
saving their lives, they unleash...
Every stroke of the pen
paper is filled with affection...
Take me away from this place
Abduct me from myself...
Used to be vibrant
Used to be fun...
One minute it's love
And suddenly it's like a battlefield...
I'm ready to live-
just cut my strings and tell me...
I want to be the girl;
Who can dance to unseen music...
To that person who drove, so careless today
Who missed me by inches and didn't give way...
In the night all the
inks of the world can not shield...