Too Near, Too Far
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To be done

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The Real Thing

The real things in life
Often feel unreal.
From destined farewells
To dutiful goodbyes.
They swirl smiles while
We sing hymns
And wait for the unreal to
Walk upto us and promise
Us that it is real.
Only if promises were not dandelions,
Blowing away at the finest first wind.
To heaven's doorway we walk.
We reach. Not knowing if it is heaven.
Only if the Real Thing had felt more real.
We are ignorant. It's only a matter of time
Before the one who has the crown,
Never even has a Pronoun.
So it is better forever, to not be omniscient.
Because the Real Thing?
It is not always for us,
It is not always meant to be.

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Thankless

Catastrophic woes, Stability? A massacred mess,
Thankfulness over. It's the era of the Thankless.
All woven lies, all penance you've caused,
Undelivered pain that undeniably roused.
What's there to be thanked for?
Thank you would whom?
We hold our own in a single palm,
In the other we hold the gloom.
Temperaments leaving temporary dents,
All transient but the scar;
It holds permanence in your isophilia,
While enigma watches from afar.
Grateful for greater evils,
Thankful for the mass,
Forehead kisses and tainted smiles,
Are faked by the hourglass.
When the doomsday is here, and all's said and done,
You either decay at best, or exist as one.
Both balanced traps, teasing out of the blue,
Who's going to save your soul, if it is not you?
Elope from the second thoughts, it's okay if all un-bless
Thankful Times are no more here, it's the era to be Thankless.

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The Two of Us

The two of us,
Made one of a future.
Match made in heaven,
But unfortunately,
This was Earth.
Bleak Blades burnt
Our tongues
While we searched
for words, to go forwards.
Horizons merged and unmerged
Between us, and you were just
On the opposite side.
Back to back we were.
Which way would you choose for me?
Would you just turn around,
Or make a three hundred sixty degrees
To walk to me?
Love timelapses towards the exit.
I see. I see you grow.
Reality? It is ethereal.
Time, Space, Matter, Life
All become illusions in your holy worship.
This way, I can say I know you,
I have known you.
I have been with you,
For a Moment of a Millisecond,
And an Entanglement of Eternity.

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No Man's Land

You a country,
Mere city I,
Building walls, we
Match symmetry.
Children of Stardust,
Granules of sand,
We stumble upon each other's
No Man's Land.

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Yesterday.

It is almost Yesterday again.
Tomorrow has already been with me.
I have seen futures blend into past,
Writers turn into dust.
Formidable friendships, catering to the last,
Yes I've seen Yesterdays yearning to be surpassed.

Interests build, develop, self-destruct.
Yesterdays and yesternights chuckle hand in hand.
They have seen what was and can
Foreshadow what could be.
But cannot we humans, confront it truthfully.

It is almost Yesterday again,
The bell of the grandfather clock
Quietly awaits. To ring a dozen times,
And it will be tomorrow,
Day before tomorrow's
Yesterday. Yes, I sit in between,
Waiting for it to be
The Yesterday, yet again.

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Let It Be

Fights, that you've fought,
Battles that you see,
Elsa's "Let It Go" becomes
Your "Let it Be".

Auburn afternoons amidst
Mortal enmity,
Saturn's ring is the purest form of
"All isn't true that you see".

So the broken mugs and creaked doors,
Cracked glass and silenced roars,
Agony of cool, cold, distant sea-shores,
Must be left to exist, on a path that's coarse.

If it's that hard to let it go
Then maybe harder to let be,
Rattle the shackles all you want, but
From yourself? You're never free.

Burn the bridges and cut the chords
Of anything that uncauses you glee,
The record is never unbreakable per se,
The best, is always "Yet To Be".

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Happy Accident

What do you mean by happy accidents?
An unexpectance too gleeful,
Or a pain that doesn't sadden?
Does it make your thoughts too swell,
Eyes too wide, nose without a smell?
Anxiety, Aches and Plots Distraught
Like blood on wounds, memories clot.
Unfelt touches, undone sighs,
Unsaid clutches, unheard cries,
Fires pile up, as if magma's hue
Waits for eruption; Lava is due.

World burns away, all-rounded peril
Destruction is known : "It can, and it will".
Finally we conclude - All ceased to remain,
But phoenix comes from ashes; peace after pain.
When all's wars are settled dust,
All paths are plain,
When all evils rise and unrise
Time for acid rain.

We may not find us hand in hand when all the rules are bent,
But if by chance we come across? A Happy Accident.

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