Hard Luck Woman

At pen: Hrithik Saha

Hard Luck Woman

My breath controlled by strings

The dark hands of destiny

A stream that leads striaght foward

I am carried in the current trying to reach the dirt

I'm a passenger in the desert trying to look for a river

Being raised with a spoon of silver

I met this guide who was the opposite of a nun

I knew she was a hard luck woman

I stopped remembering the things

The words which were said to me in warning

The neon lights blind me

Lost in a trance and living in a dream

I find her lips wrapped around mine

The next day I find myself helpless behind a telephone line

Her body white as marble like those in Louvre

I had treaded this territory farther than I should

I find my stream zigzag into distance

The end I cannot see

I want to ease my mind

I know how to laugh but I forget why

I continue my journey in the plains

Even through the pains

When I find myself lost at the crossroads thinking I was done

I was face to face with the hard luck woman

We smoked a bunt beneath the sign

Our faces burning in the hot sunshine

I got up destined to find the dirt

Turning abruptly without saying a word

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