मेरो जस्तै ए जून !
झुटो हो तिम्रो हाँसो पनि
फरक छैन तिम्रो र मेरो
भित्र–भित्र रोएर पनि बाहिरबाट हाँस्ने बानीमा
फरक यति मात्र छ हामी दुईटाको कहानीमा
कि तिमी रून्छौ र तिम्रो आँसु शीत बन्छ
म रून्छु र मेरो आँसु गीत बन्छ ।
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Lies sound so much sweeter. Lies are fluid. I can bend and turn and flow with my lies anywhere I want to. Lies don't judge me the way truth does. They don't hold me in contempt. They don't hold their righteous heads high and look down on me. Lies are like clay. They let me mould and shape my own reality. Lies are open-minded. Truth is just one man's obstinacy.
Find the little sounds inside you.
Find the lines.
Find the right ones.
Find the wrong ones.
Find no fear.
Find your bolder side.
Find your wilder side.
Find a way to lose to the weakness inside.
Find the whispers.
Find the screams.
Find the shouts.
Find your guts and spill them out.
Find the words you mean.
Find the words that mean you.
Find the stuff that’s locked inside.
Find the key to it all.
Find a hammer and break that wall.
Find your edge.
Find your noise.
Find your voice.
Find the lines.
Find the right ones.
Find the wrong ones.
Find no fear.
Find your bolder side.
Find your wilder side.
Find a way to lose to the weakness inside.
Find the whispers.
Find the screams.
Find the shouts.
Find your guts and spill them out.
Find the words you mean.
Find the words that mean you.
Find the stuff that’s locked inside.
Find the key to it all.
Find a hammer and break that wall.
Find your edge.
Find your noise.
Find your voice.
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