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Sometimes deep within me, There are some voices And I then delude myself, They are nothing but noises. Sometimes they long to come out, Words that lie within me inside, I wonder if it'll disturb the sleep, Of people who are awake beside. Sometime I dream of dreams, That once kept me awake, And that silent whisper then says, That is was some mistake. That I should keep these thoughts, Far, far away from myself, And let them silently die Sometimes I tell to myself; Some things are better left unsaid. Some words are better left unspelt. Some dreams are better left undreamt. Some feelings are better left unfelt.

The city

The green fields disappeared, The landscape changed somewhere, And that famed skyline appeared Suddenly out of nowhere. The squalor began to grow, I could see people all around, The din slowly increased, and Tranquility was nowhere to be found The crowds then swelled, And, all seemed to be in hurry, But all I could see on their face, Was resignation and worries. The city arrived, said the signboard But what it said not Was, welcome to the jungle, Of lifeless concrete and rot.

The Shrill Voice

There was a shrill voice within, Longing to see the light With each passing moment It grew louder and bright. It didn't stay there for long As louder became its screams, Sounds of half-fulfilled wishes And long abandoned dreams. And then I asked those troubling voices What is your wish and what do you want? It spoke, and I replied -Y our wishes are unreasonable, And asking something that I can't.

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