Knockin' On Heaven's Door (Bob Dylan)
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Knockin' On Heaven's Door (Bob Dylan)
The Turmoil
I love the turmoil our love has sowed in each sham's soil.
I say no to evolution, as I've made peace with my evil notions.
We deserve nothing less than hell, but I'm sure we'll find bliss as our neighbors there as well.
In This Journey
In this journey of love, you're the one I'm travelling to and you're also the one I'm travelling with.
Bring Me
Bring me some of the air you're breathing in, for I need the perfume of your hair to not stifle.
Her Way
When I pay utmost heed to her way of loving, I'm confused everytime as it seems as if she's confused me with herself.
Remorse
Just a remorse, just till death.
You're the obscure tear, of joie de vivre or of wrath.
One Day
One day our sky will hail the dawn.
And right now we're not laying on an even lawn.
It's a rollercoaster ride and our grip needs to be tight.
The tug is against us, so we can't afford to lose ourselves in the tide.
Smoke
What will I be?
A puff of smoke in the end forgetting itself into the air.
Fire in the Rain
Craziness is crossing all the limits of craze.
No stories can help me figure where I'd head with the red burning head.
The thick curtains in my room doesn't allow the darkness to ooze outta my possession.
She's same as the air I draw, suffocation is the result when I choose ignorance.
Distance has been tested at times, I've still got stains of my blood on my own tongue.
Though I've burnt already, my soaked ashes also catches fire as I realize that I'm still alive.
Breathing under the same rain where one touches you and says sonnets on you.
The stretch is long so as the last few moments, the fate's making me drink the venom of hell.
Look at me, I'm growing blue.
Tell her, she's the heaven in her arms and elixir in her touch.
Tell her to keep me alive, the fire in me that everyone detests can only be cut off if she let me get into her heart and drench myself again in her rain.
Is this pain mine?
Don't question her, she stays too far away to answer.
I too suffer the ails that gashes her skin.
The agony touches her and leaves scars on me.
And I can't locate the verge of both our existence, where exactly I end or where she begins.
Peace in pieces
I wished for strength and weakness is what I've got.
This biased battle couldn't have been better fought.
One after the other, I kept losing my thoughts.
Now this long silence in my demise gently gloats.
I need time..
Still I need time to bring myself back to the stable pebbles.
After the momentary separation makes the twilight cripple.
I'm holding onto the dogmas of love riding on this pacy barque.
Under the spell
Feels like I'm under the spell of some voodoo.
Marionette I've become of these dark hours.
Nothing in these hands stays unscathed.
Everyone around pauses in nadir en route to crest.
I ain't doing anything wrong I suppose, it's the season of downfall where I can see myself being left all alone.
Draining Elixir
Your slight tilt starts draining the elixir of our nexus.
Whenever it ain't smooth with you, I fail falling asleep that very night.
I've no way to follow, the peak of this way stands quite low.
With this much adore and tender in my heart, I will sink in seconds unless your fingers are locked firmly with mine.
Creed
In the shades of creed, she was fettered to burn leisurely.
Beyond
Something more than just beauty. Beyond the horizons of expression is her persona.
Old School
Not ashamed to be labelled as an old school. Yes, in this modern world I adore you in a way people used to.