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February 2, 2015
Karachi, Pakistan

I wrote...
          To sweep away my sorrows,
I wrote...
          To set my emotions free & run wild,
I wrote...
          To knit back my tore feelings,
I wrote...
         To mend again my broken spirit,
I wrote...
       To write some more ....& I wrote.

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October 4, 2016
Borsad, India


Sometimes, Music is not just collection of different instrumental voice,

But it is Spaceship to travel into the Unknown Universe.


P.S- Stamp by Pooja inspire me to write this.

MUSIC ON, WORLD OFF
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June 4, 2016
 

Thank you Drew for the social stamp and penpal request. Great app. Has saved my creativity and made me remember things I forgot about myself.

SIMPLE STRIPES
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October 25, 2018
 

Sunny days
everybody loves them
Tell me baby
can you stand the rain?
Storms will come
This we know for sure
Can you stand the rain?

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LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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Jen
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January 3, 2017
Modewarre, Australia


Dear Jimmy,

All the best for hosting the Golden Globes this weekend! I know you may be a little nervous, but you've got this! I'm sure you will be as hilarious as always and make any first time presenters feel at ease.

Thanks for all the laughs in 2016! I was so lucky to be able to attend a couple of tapings of your show last year. One of the highlights of my year was meeting you and giving you a big hug (must still be weird hugging people you don't know) I can't wait to see what 2017 has in store for you and the show!

Happy New Year!

'see you' at the Golden Globes

From your favourite Aussie Falpal (kidding!)
@cottoncandydva

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GOLD
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September 4, 2018
 

And though I am rich,
I choose not to put up
any gates.

Rowing through
constant strangers
to find love
with wood that could be
used to guard
my delicate existence.

- Anthony Desmond

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DAY OF THE DEAD
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April 6, 2017
Anand, India

My melody...

You tie me up
with your love
You leave me breathless...
Can't you see what you mean to me?
I fit perfectly
in the cage of your love
You make me strong yet helpless...
Can't you see you are my favorite melody?
You smile
And you make me melt
You leave this heart wild.
Your love to me is like my coffee
It's addictive even when it's mild.
You touched me once
And that's only what I thought about
All day long
You looked me once straight into these eyes
And right away I knew
Where I belonged.
You took a step
A step towards me
You pulled me from my hell
Can't you see how you made me free?
And then we hugged
And our souls blushed
We made it through all these times
Tell me can't yo...

CHEERS TO LOVE
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December 1, 2016
Mumbai, India

         Melody and words

Waiting for you to come to us was like forever..
And now that you are here i wish i could keep you forever.

Dreamt seeing you play the beautiful chord..
Pain of leaving you, i wish you could do it of with a sword.

I am your snowman, you are my snowfall..
Truly, without you every teardrop is a waterfall.

Cant describe, seeing you play was absolutely magical..
Chris my buddy, you have made us realise you are never old to be classical.

Oh, unknowingly you just made my day..
Wish you could be with me every single day.
Wish you could know me the way i know you..
I want to thank you for always being there when i needed a break through.

           - To Coldplay❤️
...

SNOW ANGEL
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August 14, 2017
 

Dear letterists,

We want to challenge you to write a letter to your idol. Write anything you like, doodle anything you like or even add a photo!

The best ones will be shared with them on social media!

Tag your letter 'idol'.

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MADONNA
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January 12, 2017
United States

Dear Friends,

Finding myself playing saxophone in several Steely Dan cover bands has been a joy and one of the many auspicious things that has surprised me since moving to NYC 8 years ago.

Tonight, I play in "No Static" a very solid group, for one set, 7:45 at The Red Lion, one of the many old school dive bars that pepper Bleeker Street in the West Village

The Red Lion
151 Bleecker St, New York, NY 10012
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Saturday and Sunday, I perform in group noted for its more gossamer renditions of the Steely Dan canon called "Bodhisattva".

Irish Whiskey Bar in Queens  Saturday at 10 PM - 12 AM
2848 31st St, Astoria, New York 11102

Pig Heaven, 1:30 for brunch at Nancy Lee's Pig Heav...

ORIGINAL
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January 5, 2017
 

Occasion: 2011 Cricket World Cup Final
Location: One of the many Hostel Common Rooms in Trichy, Tamil Nadu
I was seated near the television, surrounded by over 100 students in the room, trying really hard to get a peek at the happenings. And the moment when Kohli got out with many more runs to chase, I distinctly remember cursing MS's decision to move up the order with in form Yuvraj still in the dressing room. Oh boy, he did prove me wrong and the many others; he played one of those knocks which made me stand in awe with an equally thumping heart. With every run that he scored and the closer we reached the target, my respect for the man grew in many folds. And it has stayed that way ever si...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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November 22, 2016
 

She is my music...

Music is like a magic, they say.
It can heal our hearts.
Music brings along a tinge peace and paints our moods white.  
Even if the universe let you down,
music will come for your rescue.
But at the end of the day
I prefer hearing her talk.

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LETTRS SHERLOCK
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June 30, 2017
 

i keep track of your rough hands
as they caress my poetry
to learn its rhythm
and place it between your fingers,

and soon their movement becomes
an unsteady dance of lies
that barely cling to your mouth
before becoming love upon my skin;

but they leave behind shadows
that curve into my metaphors
like a lisp hanging on to words
as they attempt to fall open and breathe,

and i memorize their chaos,
slow and exhaustive,
like all the other darkness
i have hidden under my tongue.

— fanaa : urdu; destroyed in love

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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April 19, 2015
 

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstacy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

RA RA RASPUTIN
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
RA RA RASPUTIN
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Czar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheele...

ORIGINAL
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October 3, 2016
Escondido, United States

Dear Drew Bartkiewicz ,

Did you get the signed letter?? I had two notifications on what you requested?? Just want to make sure you got it

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ORIGINAL
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September 4, 2017
 

Most students return to school this week.

Want a better way to improve your letter writing skills?

Down load the Lettrs application and start writing! You'll find friends everywhere.

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THE CONTENT NETWORK
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January 3, 2015
Zipaquirá, Colombia

"Aún no te conozco, aún no sé tu nombre y ya echo de menos tus domingos por la tarde. Aún no me he atrevido, a jugar mis cartas y ya tengo miedo de no conseguir jugarlas.

No detuvo el tiempo un beso furtivo pero en mi cabeza ya está todo decidido.

Me faltan detalles que he de concretar, el color de ojos por ejemplo me da igual, risas que no falten, me voy a callar todas esas cosas que puedan sonarnos mal

No sentí tus labios, no he sentido el peso de tu cuerpo y ya estoy muriéndome de celos por el hombre que ahora besa tu pecho, he de reconocer que no tengo derecho, no tengo derecho.

Aún no hemos reído como dos idiotas, te tengo guardadas mis mejores bromas. Aún no he conocido tus raras ...

THE CASETTE STAMP
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