Sona Khajuria Biography

Loneliness...Isn't so lonely,
It has much more, yet to be discovered.
Multitudnous my definition of it. Sometimes dearest to me, other day ruining me inside.
A bridge it has formed, swinging is me to and fro.
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You didn't appreciate her presence, You called her your love,
She supposed, it as the purest love.
But it was masked...conditioned...as per mood love.
When you were broken,
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The misty seasons passed by me.
And i lay in a corner for years alone.
One messy day,
A butterfly crossed my window.
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Take your wings and hold my hand.
Lets fly away to the far-away land,
Where peace resides and tears go dry,
Where you and me have no different sight.
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