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Let the reservoir of painingrained in your innocuous heart,your fragile mind,your mortal body,ooze out likesome dark black ink of wordsthrough the pen..
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Decrepit eyes
yearn for a sight.
Mortal senses
attuned to her smell.
Sedated self
addicted to usual chaos.
Lusty senses
desiderate for ro..
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The luminous moon,
stokes life
into the gift of drizzle,
from misty clouds.
Magnificence is when,
those drops
land on your lustrous lips.
San..
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Gloomy eyes,speak volumesof the pains,the dingy rainsI drenched in,all through these years.Deceased skin,express anguishof daily lies,the midnight cri..
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I am waiting for the sun,I am lurking in time,so that you may step outin a world free of crime.But, the wait, seems endless,though inevitable is the c..
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When Men Cry...They said,he was insane.The banal workaholichad confined himselfwithin walls of disdain.Yet he fought the tides,resurrected from slides..
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When Men Cry...They say,real men are born real,the luring ones,the fascinating,the surreal.But, seldom does one knowthe pains they've endured,the torm..
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Fire - The Best TeacherFire,the source of light,the epitome of optimism.Its aura enthralls even the cold blooded.Its warmth seduces their senses,draws..
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Your eyes,let me emphasizeon them tonight.Well, I'm a shy guy,conservative to give a try,but, let me spill the beans.When I see them,twinkling like a ..
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Life is pacing.
Tempers fleeting with impatience,
has besieged the living.
Materialism is the new world order.
Money is the popular mantra,
our u..
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