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Sometimes, your yesterdays stop whispering in your dreams. They cease to be... living, breathing realities in the story of your life. Because sometimes, our present truths render all our past symphonies... mute. Meaningless. Inconsequential. And it ceases to matter if you lived or died or breathed again. It ceases to matter if you never did. What you said, what you felt, all the words you whispered into a darkness you presumed was friendly, where you perceived invisible listeners, and felt their breath, warm against your lips... accomplices to your secret crimes, to kisses stolen from the world in that desperate, dying darkness. They cease to matter... Because nobody was ever listening.

I Hope You Dance

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

Butterfly...

The final truth of the matter stands thus,
I was never a moth,
Swooning to death
Against the heat of some irrestible flame...
I was and always will be,
A butterfly.
A creature not of darkness, but of light.

I was never meant
To languish
In the indifferent folds
Of your dusty robes.
I was always
Meant to spread my wings...
...And fly away...

I was always meant
To soar...
I was
And always will be
...a butterfly.

Linger...

They all moved on
I stayed behind
In dusty bylanes of my mind
Holding fast
To fading memories
Of us
And all our yesterdays...

They slipped away
Against my will
Disappearing fast
Past yonder hill
And still I lingered
In the afterglow
Of us
And all our yesterdays...

Linger

Memories, like ghosts, can come back to haunt you.

When I became the person I have become today, I thought I had freed myself of my ghosts. I didn't know I harbored insecurities, bitternesses, paranoias born of things long past, dealt with, dead and buried.

If I could just breathe easy... not have to think for a moment...maybe I could fix this.

If I could actually stop wanting to be stuck in a moment... perhaps I could get out.

Naivete has always been my biggest failing, and the only person the consequences have ever targeted...is me.

I make the same mistakes over and over again.

My integrity is inviolable... but my loyalties misplaced.

My point of support has always been outside of me... that can only last so long...

I dream too big

I gamble too much

I care too much... about all the wrong things...and all the things that matter languish in the dark.

I am groping in the dark... which isn't very unusual.

I can't tell happiness from the absence of sorrow.

I don't know sleep unless its induced by exhaustion.

...what I'm really saying is... I need to get a grip. And find my way again.

The truth about Samarra

The dynamics of Samarra... they said was driven by fate... I wouldn't know.

They also said logic was infallible... I know this to be untrue.

Nothing is impregnable, if it can be made, it can be broken, if it can be done, it can be undone...

You can't always retrace your footprints... footprints can fade, and you wouldn't know the way without them.

Everything is fleeting...even forever.

Hallelujah

Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Well baby I've been here before
I've seen this room, and I've walked this floor,
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Well there was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me do you
And remember when I moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Maybe there´s a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
and it's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah Hallelujah

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To farishte poochhenge mehshar mein paakbaazon se
Gunah kyoon na kare, kya khuda rahim na tha?

Trust me, the angels will ask the pious on judgement day -
"Why didn’t you sin? Didn’t you trust in God’s mercy?"