I can not sing
To sing is to be a flute,
your body being the wind
and flowing with it be your throat
Or to be a violin,
your chords strung up,
giving way to the bow of your mind
I lend a sincere ear to a song
For it is as vital
to let the notes play inside you
just as they came out of the chords
With my ears, I sing
I sing inwards
To sing is to be a flute,
your body being the wind
and flowing with it be your throat
Or to be a violin,
your chords strung up,
giving way to the bow of your mind
I lend a sincere ear to a song
For it is as vital
to let the notes play inside you
just as they came out of the chords
With my ears, I sing
I sing inwards
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i still remember the "Aaj Jane ki Zid na karo song" we made Atul go through. He almost died.
We should start sending him your poetry.
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