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Dragged to the old lane,The string of kites.An old unfinished story.And through the babbling fights,She stood dwindling-The past was not painful-But w..
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I just realized-I am a human now!Bequeathed with the power!From another human!I mock aloud…As someone falls down.And extend no hands.I feel pro..
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I seek a bard, deep in me!While on my voyage in the street!With no argosy, confront where I,A thousand of stories!Limned on their face,Thoughts as hig..
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That emptiness visits her again…In the frozen corner of her broken veins!She taps one and let it bleed-The faintness of her past refrains!She r..
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When the melancholic evening,Brings to her those delusions-Of being at her nest-Of being loved-And cared with a delight…She sighs and turns beh..
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Seek the darkness-
When you begin your journey…
Into the benighted tunnel!
That light at the end-
Will not astound you anymore!
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And after that crowd,I grabbed my umbrella-And my solitude-Took the narrow lane!Gazed at the sky-The monsoon clouds-And loneliness!Perfect!Pearls from..
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When you are deep in sleep,And under the blanket, something creeps,Scratching with her eight rough limbs!And amidst the dark,You hold her in your hand..
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What it feels like- if you are set free-Yet caught in the freedom?A sharp knife hanging at your throat!Between you and the world-You find yourself plo..
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When what that shines brighter,Than those stars in the sky,Are the flashes of airplanes…And the city glitters-With thousands of lanterns, lamps..
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