There's a twitching pain in my chest, 
Am I supposed to act out or wait, 
Tell them this ache is of my heart twisting, 
Not a miraculous twist of faith. 


I mourned over my ungrateful life, 
They consoled and said you write your own fate, 
I took a pen and paper and sat down alone, 
Writing happy stories of love and no hate.


I never wrote what I'm getting, 
I need to know who read what I wrote down that night.
I'll tell him maybe he has got the wrong stories, 
Mine had only peace and no fight. 


I'm roaming like a lost traveler in the woods, 
Who knows where he wants to go, 
Walks with hope and determination,
But every land mark has a wrong way to show. 


I'm crying my eyes out yet laughing, 
I'm lost and waited to be found,
I'll stay dark and dead inside, 
But will spread a life around.


Have a little life of me and smile, 
Show my mourning heart your glee, 
So when I sleep at night drenching in tears, 
I hope there's someone tomorrow waiting for me.


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I lay on my bed laying all my worries together, 
Drenched in tears wondering why I cry, 
Feeling a rush inside me so powerful, 
Still feeling weak to give it a try, 


I'm so alone in this huge crowd,
In a vibrant rainbow a depressed monochrome, 
I have stayed within four walls my whole life, 
But my mind leaps miles in search for a home. 


I go to the garden with little girls everyday, 
They pick daisies and I pick abandoned wild grass,
I'll ask my known ones to burn them with me when I die, 
So we live as meaningful ashes in a jar of brass. 


I pity the shooting stars for falling so hard, 
And dislike the clouds for having so much hate, 
They could have given the falling stars a hand, 
And helped them from hitting the bottom and kept them safe.


I'm trying to pull these senseless fragments into one, 
Don't know if these fragments are of my thoughts or my heart,
Rather than spending time and energy figuring it out, 
I'll act as the puppet in the show and play my part. 



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You push me up to explore the highs,
And drag me down to search the lows,
When I'm tired and think it's enough,
You come up again with so much more,

Why do I need the highs and lows,
To live and be noticed and to fit.
I don't wanna fly or don't wanna dig in,
I just want a little ground to sit.

I wanna gaze the blue sky and feel the green grass,
Instead of chasing them because you want,
I want my little life to be a sweet lullaby,
Not a dreadful dream that haunts.

The intermediate makes me happy,
I feel beautiful being average among all,
No hell no heaven is what I need,
I just need ground to have a good stroll.



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You push me up to explore the highs,
And drag me down to search the lows,
When I'm tired and think it's enough,
You come up again with so much more,

Why do I need the highs and lows,
To live and be noticed and to fit.
I don't wanna fly or don't wanna dig in,
I just want a little ground to sit.

I wanna gaze the blue sky and feel the green grass,
Instead of chasing them because you want,
I want my little life to be a sweet lullaby,
Not a dreadful dream that haunts.

The intermediate makes me happy,
I feel beautiful being average among all,
No hell no heaven is what I need,
I just need ground to have a good stroll.


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Bottled lightening, fallen stars,
Dancing butterflies and singing soul,
What are these little half expressions,
To express your love so fulfilling and whole.
I'm pouring ink like a maniac,
For a love that made me sane,
Loving in my intermediate ways,
Forgetting the boon or bane.
I'll pour till my paper is all wet,
And with it I'll wipe your dry hand,
Stain you in my transparent ink,
In colors only we will Bottled lightening, fallen stars,
Dancing butterflies and singing soul,
What are these little half expressions,
To express your love so fulfilling and whole.
I'm pouring ink like a maniac,
For a love that made me sane,
Loving in my intermediate ways,
Forgetting the boon or bane.
I'll pour till my paper is all wet,
And with it I'll wipe your dry hand,
Stain you in my transparent ink,
In colors only we will understandunderstand

~ Maansi




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