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 Somewhere,  Somewhere,   Somewhere, There needs to be a home, that will take me, That will sound familiar, that will have the faces from whom I learnt to grow up with... They will know what I want to say, They will always ask me to stay, And will stare at my steps as I keep walking through the door.. But, Somehow, Somehow, Somehow, I have lost my way, I can't find the house, There are blinds on windows, There are whispers like a mouse chasing me away.. Who are you? Where are you coming from? What do you want? They keep asking.. And I say nothing, While they shut the door, as I still keep standing next to no more...   *pic courtesy - pinterest-

Buttons & Thread

It's a world of pants and shirts
It's a world where whatever you say doesn't matter..
It's a world where you can try to change but why do so?
It's a world where whatever you say gets interrupted by no you can't do...
It's a world where you can choose not to say but people will say you practice voodoo..

It's a world of skirts and dresses
It's a world where you go around in circles and might as well fall..
It's a world where your scars can be seen but no one asks how have you been..
It's a world where a piece of fabric is torn, as someone unintentionally ripped you open..
It's a world where you can choose to live alone but people will say you are broken..

It's a world of buttons and thread after all
What you want isn't what you found wide spread ..
When you want to leave, nobody wants you to..
But when you don't, people just skin you thin..
Like the pin that pierces the button..
While the button gets strapped even though it's 
Trapped with a different thread inside..
*pic courtesy: Pinterest 


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