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Counting Mistakes

Counting Mistakes ~Miss A With nothing left to say, what do I speak about, Finding fault in my everything, where do I speak my round? Though we’d be counting our smiles, why are we counting my mistakes? Am I this bad, was I really that clumsy, thought I knew my stakes, But every time your smile disappears, I get a deep guilt churning, I never did, or would think of hurting you ever, my rebel in my throat burning. Do my opinions not matter, for I say them, but it’s then all my mistake, Has my heart in a titter-tatter, I was never wrong, but still forgive me, Over and over, every time, why are we counting my mistakes? If I keep everything to me, if I keep apologizing, when am I really speaking? Where would I go, where do I complain, about the harassment of life, This and this, and that and this, everything I do, wrong, cross, who do I be? Haven’t counted for a day, let’s do it, let’s count now, The reasons you felt a still over, and for what I am running, I am not even sure if my say is ...
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Beetle and The Beach

Beetle and The Beach ~Miss A I looked at you, and I stared at you, a little longer, Maybe no one told you so, but my eyes, they hold your picture, In this understanding, of the uniqueness, in one’s own self, I find it beautiful, I find it enchanting beautiful, and as well a very haunting beautiful, I look it through, the eyes of a curious cat, doting the edges of reality, Maybe you are a lost soul, staring at void at nothingness, or with clarity, There is my love, there is my death, on the coast we co-belong, But when we are together, there is no seething noise, it’s instead a song. It will always be, a memory, of the things we have seen, I have a little more, or a little less, overall-anyways to hold to keen, Once we are one, I won’t remember anything, all I would is to breathe, In a heavy day, and through everyday, that’s all we need-don’t we, The posters that we see, here and there, and all over all together, Are everywhere, around us and in us, how we got made like it, The favorite...
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Odd Hopes

 Odd Hopes ~ Miss A You try to die, and free of the pain because you've been wronged, I keep groping the hands of life, because there's nothing like true justice, But we do have something common, our eyes empty trailing the horizon, You can't get past the eyelids, I can't get inside it.  Look across the city, sounds of traffic, skyscrapers with lights bedazzling, It looks so cozy out from here, but really is it? As uncanny as it may seem, this is where we belong, Tarnishing hopes and reeking jealousy.  We make no amends to change it, for it is what it is, We just somehow want to escape this matrix, Purge it with our energy, that our souls don't have anymore, We see ourselves in accident, a way to end the lure.  Weakend and worsened, there's the enlightenment, Of anything it be, but nothing can be worse than this, On the bottom of the well you see another hope, But odd hopes like this don't go nowhere. It takes you with it, or you learn to live with it, Eithe...
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Hush

 Hush ~Miss A Got into an argument, best never won, Over and over, keeping it all pondering over, Bury 'em up, made sure the dust is settled, It's only moments, before the voices disappear, When the light burn low, the hush falls sweeter, A hard gulp, fear of it all, the rush all deeper.  Where 'em learned mannerism, what's behaviour, Chapters and chapters, never ending hustle saviour. Life sounded better, when it sounded illegal, Thoughts of love, better not be spoken, Steep valleys to run from, secrets swallowed, Count of memories, to stay devoid still, When the curtain falls, no shame no denial, When thoughts go berserk, even blood shail, Truths wilder than dare, what could you even ask of me, Force of friction, grinds better than gravity. Graffiti on the shoes, a character meanie and delusional, True nature is to nurture, tone by tone up, Break the mold, have it carved on the midriff, Trace lines, void of intoxicated slaver rizz, Suddenly it's hot and cold, the ...
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Comfort N Fantasy

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 Comfort N Fantasy ~Miss A Over the top, near the clouds, looking at the sea and the hound of light, Over all the ginormous quest of looking out, clearly gone without a fight, In the comfort of purring winds, as if a princess dazzling the sequins, Cray-cray the world, it's all a fantasy, midst of mews, a true queens. True fiction arises in two forms, the beast of pain, and the room of clueless, There's nothing mediocre, mediocrity is made for reality, dreamy not ruthless, To chase impossibility knowing only right, stupidity with chaos, going in spirals, A Summers-Sangria, Autumn-Amaretto, Scotch-Spring and just Water for Winter. Taste as vivid as yesterday, but where has the day been, so-so gone in dillydally, Lost in a genuine deceit, and where was the last seventy years, done silly-sally, Totally brainwashed by feel good movies and songs, by all those sweet-endings, Watching life just pass by, with a glimpse of hope in the escape, lord these cravings. Where is the sanity, let...
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Put in the hours

Put In The Hours  ~Miss A. Here I see her on the screen, on the stage gracing her expressions, And here I am, in the audience, with a gentle smile for entertainment, Glistering through the images, I had once, for you lived both worlds, Scared and fighting to remember the next moves, all forgotten suddenly, The hooting is an assurance, a stance for more confidence to let you get it, All in seconds mind can't remember, but the body flows, a moment of sigh. I'm hooting for you too, even though next seat radiates no damn,  Don't worry just I'm just in time, I can see though, but not everyone can, Beneath the layer of foundation, there's a constant shiver, restlessness turning rhythm, The audience sits as the judge, posing their understanding, not the hours behind, After the first act, I see you fully, keeping behind the worries and concentrating, On the moments now and only, feels like life, feels like you've been slumber.  For the second act, the differences betwee...
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NWH

 Hello Who? India : No way home I remember the lyrics we sang on top of our lungs, our national anthem, the song that told us stories of amazing diversity and inclusion of individuality, tradition, culture and the pledge that all Indians are brothers and sisters. The politics of our country has stared to make me doubt it.  Where do I go, where is my home? If I remember correctly a home is a place where one feels safe, but I'm in constant fear of religion and language chaos, comes haunting to me in reality. I might be wrong at places, and I'll be happy to correct me. When I was five, I realised, our culture didn't respect women's throught, it respected out bellittlement. A good women should be someone, who's lips are taped, is a good sandbag, and in public ethereal in the sarees and traditional dresses, that perfectly hides her bruises.  I am from Bihar, and though culturally rich, it faces the same issue of women as leaders as a naysay. Struggled there, understood w...
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