Commotion
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Foretell
What the night holds
Long waits, shimmers of joy
Besieging journeys or
Death
What the night holds
Long waits, shimmers of joy
Besieging journeys or
Death
I better part of me always knew it
And probably you did too
A thing understood
Never told, never heard
And probably you did too
A thing understood
Never told, never heard
They say
The worlds sprouted from a word
The word itself
Doesn't matter
Nevertheless
The worlds sprouted from a word
The word itself
Doesn't matter
Nevertheless
Un-catalogued,
We’ve lived umpteen lives
Each ending in dregs
Scattered far and few
We’ve lived umpteen lives
Each ending in dregs
Scattered far and few
Commotion, chaos
is it you?
Or have I finally stepped out of my solitude?
is it you?
Or have I finally stepped out of my solitude?
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Anant Dhavale
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