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  Sep 20 Akanksha Raizada
i can feel you
slipping from my fingers

the harder i try
the faster you fall from my hands

no matter what i do
you return to the sand

where i’m losing you forever
She was an art,
but she wasn't the type
you'd find in museums
or the type that would
make you feel profound things
in your chest.

She was an art
tucked in hidden pockets
of a faded yellow dress.
She was an art,

slowly sketching herself
out of existence.
Walking away is really difficult
when you are scared of  moving forward
and leaving everything behind !!!!
As you know it's impossible to come back once you decide to walk away from anything or anyone.

Even if you want to come back
still you can't!!!!
As sometimes circumstances are not in your favour and sometimes you came to far to look back.

Deep inside i don't want to walk away from you, but I know you don't want to stay with me anymore.

So I have decided to walk away.
I wish you could stop me before it's too late to come back.
Is there any chance can we hug one last time, like the way we used to be !!!!!
No worries no confusion
No stress no pain
Just love and happiness all around.
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
    I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
    Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
    In the jingle-jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.

Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,

It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seeing' that he's chasing

    Hey, Mr.Tambourine Man, etc.
Being practical is not really easy
It depicts you as sassy
People think you don't have heart or feelings
But they forgot it takes a lot of courage to control your feelings.
It's like you are dying to do something
But your practicality resisting you
Also people taunts you about it
It catalyse the pain.
No-one can understand a practical person expect another practical person.
Sometimes practicality can save us from many problems.
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