'healed every wound of my being;
She's an elixir.
She holds a magic in her eyes;
a sorcery.
She is art ,she's Beautiful, she's flawed
~a poetry.

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It drizzled like none other day and felt like heaven.
It was almost two months since i even had a glimpse of sun .and the clouds were dark all the time except at rare moments which were later brought down by the rain..
That day I was there, kissing it .the rain. touching my face , softly n gently. It felt like ,for the first time i was drowning in something rather than my own thoughts and it was peaceful.. i didn't know how much of me i was holding , how much of me still I'm or i was . i got to know i was just never myself except those days where i couldn't lie to myself.
I wanted to feel the same thing again and again and how much i felt that time or how much the rain took off me. We break harmony of our being to achieve something that's something much more beyond our reach, well actually it's like we try to love things which we can't find at all. The distant memories keep us hugging, takes the remains of us . Leaving deep anguish. I find no objection in it as we don't choose whom we fall for. I guess all i know now, is i feel too much of nothing.

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The girl in the hills

I saw you in the mountains yesterday I passed by the meadows at sunset,
Yesterday a world completely white and black. I was there watching you weep insanely. I withdraw my feet, my shadow clinched me yesterday and I was hoping for the silence to end; a pain in my heart which would just not end. fighting wit the great unknown I'll keep you safe in my embrace, I carry the weight in my heart which wouldn't loose, the pain which wouldn't end. you are still there weeping in my yesterday's and I 'helplessly watching you mourn.

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Bewildered finding my lost paper Planes....

Blue hours of poetry where blank corridors whispers, An estuary to alive where verses meet in metaphors, bleeding the cries...

Yells the night of little twigs born and died, sprouting moon where it resides,

My paper Planes has been lost.... Lost in the vast lands of ashes... underneath which voices cry for forgiveness

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Oh! The moon cries in the foliage of dusk, As the crystaline Moon's grey from the firmament, hide's its tears in its heavenly clouds by thee, Oh! These are not the phases which hide's me,

These are just smile coated pain, synchronizing.

The sun have gracious radiance which falls on the gloomy dust of moon. Though they never met. A person is loved by the beauty of soul and not the appearance

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Something denying,
In canavas of hope,
Crying,
screaming,
don't go for it,
The fireflies in nocturnal shades,
A day in illusion realistic
But I have my lupine eyes
Howling for protractor,
Loving it when everything drowns,
Inthe frolic melodies of dark,
Raining for the crust,
Wearing the precious earthlight

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They fall for the love
An iron oxidising the rust
Just in piece it holds on,

I can guess it peers,
From the wicked,
Hedonistic in a war,
Craving the sin
Oh dear they still loves you?
Your eyes 'just it is pretty,
Hoping for the dusk
Oh dear!
they still love you?
Quenching their remorseless lust,
Your eyes never been to this cruelty
I guess you still loves them,
Fulfilling their cruel plights Dying every day in light,
Oh!
This light never meant to you dear!
You are the holy black,

Falling for the darkside
You are still in love,

Placed in the stars of heaven,

You are in the darkside,
falling in their premise,

And still Loving them.

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My throat hurt

I couldn't breathe,

I heard something screaming,

I realized, because my throat hurt so much.

I was the one who was screaming

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