All the little lies
Keep on singing lullabies
While inside of my head I fight

The traumas over time manifested
As my gray cells become more invested
Keeping me awake at night

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Hey fireflies, come to me
Lighten up my day, my energy...
I've been sitting in the dark for way too long
In hope of hearing a long forgotten song.

So many she(s) came by and stayed
Naked before them I laid...
Only soon as my bare face they saw
They turned so cold leaving me thaw.

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She is a lost love
But a found friend
Now that she is breaking
I want to bear with her till the end.

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I like my own corner of the room.
My. Own. Corner.
People come and go like seasons
But I remain the same.
As if like these verses,
Nothing affects me anymore.
I keep the slippers in order
The door mat proper
I become very particular about them
Even if people visit and I'm supposed to be happy,
I am not.
Instead I concentrate on my corner.
The order of the slippers,
The doormat.
The commas and semi-colons are very particular to me.
Call me a Grammar Nazi,
But I get fixated if one writes or speaks wrong linguistically.
Even I've caught myself often regretting reflecting myself.
As I said, I like my corner.
My space.
But who shall save me from myself?

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Je amar buke ghor bedhechhe
Take chhere jabo koi?
Hridoy jure shey ankhre rakhe
Ami besh tai shoi..

Onek jhogra baadey jokhon
Kache tene nae shey
Bhulejai shob maan obhimaan
Hariejai tar kotha tey..

Tobu jodi diner seshe
Onno kaukke chae tar mon
Debo bhasiye amar noukadubi
Chirantan e kichukhon..

Jani abar ashbe phire
Moner manush moner kache
Nibhiye amar buker agyun
Jalie bati olpo anche..

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A rolled tip of a paper
Lying on the ground
Nobody knows who threw
And nobody did found.
So many stories I can tell you of
Each of every mood
Every time it was a trip
To the land of the good.
Nobody notices it
Yet it filters the tar
White paper turns brown
At the end tossed afar.
But it is a necessity
Never will it know
To sustain fire
It turns into snow -
Snow like looks the ashes
When tossed over the tray
Time changes every worth
To understand what a better way!
It provides
To contemplate in a better mood
Lying on the ground
Dreaming to be understood.
At the end of the roll
Everything appears so gray
To look into human eyes
Seeking someone who would stay.

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She holds the entire planet in one hand;
While with the other she holds me.
She is a supernova,
My sole source of energy.
Like Hercules she could fight,
But like Hebe she forgives.
I stare at her in amuse
When, to me, she comes back and sleeps.
She is a home of the bohemian,
She is an east wind's trail,
She is a magic of a magi,
Yet she is so delicate and frail.
My palms are too strong now,
And my heart so weak,
I fear of loosing her so much,
Without her, I turn so bleak.
She is my wonderwoman,
Who rescues me from every pain
And I am just the poet
Who composes her poetries rhyming emotions in vain.

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For far too long, I've been gunning in this battle
My armour is ruptured, I'm bleeding so deep
There are more cuts on my skin than skin on my body
But with a heavy heart, I keep on firing at something remotely standing near to me.
I just wanna go back to the first day at school
Or the first day I learnt to bow a tie
I wanna go back to the days when Dad left for office
And returned, with plastic toys for me, at night
I could sleep so peacefully then
Laying in middle of Ma and Dad
There existed nothing so poisonous
That could take me from there
Now I breathe poison all of the time
As I intoxicate my veins red
The superficiality of happiness has overpowered me
For too long now, I've been a disgrace.
I'm a man of words just
Igniting the pier of my deeds
I'm hurt so bad but my face is right up
Bring me bodies to stab and kill
I'm soaked in cold bloodstream
Of so many stranger at arms
I didn't know them, neither did they know me
We were busy fighting guns
For a cause above our intellect
For a decision someone else has made
We're just fresh blood growing stale
In the halogen of toxic gases.

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Like a tall building I feel
That I heard had a firm base
It was meant to be a skyscraper
With elevator instead of stair case.
It was showered and cared by a mason's palm
None but he knew it's weak
He left while the beast was being built
Turning the whole block bleek.
Never did the building recover that abandoning
It let it just pass through
But everytime it rained heavily
The building thought of the mason's adieu.

Now but the building stands strong
Inside it's nothing but a mess
He is now but the skyscraper
Along with the cursed house's address.
Not a soul do dare
To pass by the lane
For the building is pitied
To bear abundant of pain.
If you visit the beast someday
Tell it how worthy it is
For the building dies in self loathe
Suffocating. Making it so hard to breathe.

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Dear conscience,
I'm writing to you since you're the only place I'm remembered. After everything is said and done. I know not the person she has become, yet I'm the reason of her becoming. You see, I chose a profession where I'd suffer and write about it for the world to criticise. I often wonder how easy it was to replace me, though I stood indispensable at a point of time. I guess my former lovers had truly loved me until they decided my sadness is too much for them to take. I do not question their integrity. But I guess to have and hold me needs more clarity than anybody can think of.
I choose to be vulnerable utmost before the person I love. Naked; in it's truest form. I guess I choose to suffer only because I can write about it. Others call it a talent, but I cannot help calling it an escape. It is so easy to overcome me; yet I stand indestructible to myself. And to my muse, I hurt the very person I love the most. Tell me, who is crazy enough to be loved by me.
Time and again I've bowed to pain and been a believer of so. But as all my former lovers have claimed, they could unlove me, my petty soul. Just like that. But here I stand. Unescaping. Invincible. Undeniable.

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