The righteous white snow
Covers whispered lies.

But soon...

The gore of falsity
Will redden the surface.

Place your hand
Upon the red snow
To reveal truth untold.

beneath all the stillness,
is an underlying ache and madness.

IA

The beauty if her voice is all she is
The reason why he calls her “His“
Soon, he’ll be able to call her “mrs”
  The beauty of my voice is nothing i am
As soon as I extricate it, everyone seems to decamp
  Why is her voice’s beauty so powerful?
I may seem precarious with myself, but it’s all i’ve ever known.

Aagaya hai firse samay wahi
Ab hum sar chupayenge aur kahi
Bichadne ka gham toh hai sahi
Lekin us baat ki himmat nahi

Is gham ko tumse baatenge ab nahi
Tumse Milne ki jasbaat ki hai darr wahi
Bin bataye Hume hai jaana abhi
Humko dhoondte tum aana nahi
Humko dhoondte tum aana nahi

Ab Aagaya hai firse samay wahi...

The pain untold -
Widen the hopes,
Hide the dreams and roam
Memories unfold -
Until memories are sold.

To that very one
Far from home.

-- Eleanor

Clock is ticking
Being with you is worth living
You're like scenery, breathtaking
As I see you smile is like an art
A masterpiece in every part
Everyday, you keep me on falling

Clock is ticking
At first I deny it
Still can't say anything
'cos I'm afraid of confessing
If this feelings worth of fighting
Inside of me, I already screaming
Also doubt if it's worth of suffering

Clock is ticking
Our time is running
We're just chill and keep on going
I'm about to say my feelings
But it's too late to say
'cos you found your way
Your way to her that can make your day
It's about time not to say
I'll just keep and let this feeling fades away