I lay awake at midnight
Hearing the roaring thunder
Lightning flashes across
Tearing the sky asunder
The whistling winds speak
Of great sorrow and pain
The sky grieves brokenhearted
Pouring its tears into rain
Rain pours through holes in the roof
Window panes are covered with mist
I feel an urge to sleep forever
I feel an urge to slit my wrist
The Sewers overflow bogged with memories
Putrid odor emanates from dreams
Desires drown inside the gutters
Melancholy thoughts swirl into streams
I lay awake at midnight
Alone in the Darkness alive,
I feel it engulfing me throughout
As within me it wants to thrive.

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So everyday I prayed, for a cure to be found,
So that the game of Death can be turned around,
After millions of death, hunger and pain,
And only few instances that were truly humane,
At last they say they have found some cure,
To change our life to a former Vibgyor!
Now, I have my suspicion over this cure,
A fast tracked medicine is only premature!
Inside my cocoon, I am completely safe and sound,
Why do I need, to inject an unknown compound?
I hear a voice in my head, my own conscience,
It says, "Don't live your life... in complete defiance,
Let us not forget the lives lost over a year,
And the immense suffering, that the poor had to bear,
Let us change too, as the world changes again,
Goals of compassion and humanity to attain,
Inside our cocoon we are trapped in our mind,
Let us break out, and save our own kind."

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I felt trapped, like inside a cocoon
The world around me, changed so soon!
The rich were caged inside their home,
Out in the street only poor did roam.
I hoarded on food and toilet paper rolls
As people walked home eroding their soles.
But I was safe inside my cocoon,
To live a privileged life, was my boon!
Inside my kitchen I cooked up a storm,
As masses gathered hungry, on railway platform.
I walked on trademill, after my evening snack,
There were some, who died on train track!
But I was sheltered within my cocoon,
Having my english tea, every afternoon.
I engaged my spirits through creative art,
As laborers lost jobs and had to depart.
I gathered around the television I lit up candles,
As poor were mistreated, as if they were vandals,
I had been safe, 'cause of working from home,
Unlike the doctors, dying of the syndrome.
I did feel sad, at the loss of each life,
Death was out there, sharpening his knife.
Each time it claimed a banker, a sweeper or a nurse
I too felt its reach, and was afraid of its curse.

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The blossom of spring
That you did bring,
To my aching heart
That had fallen apart;
And with love you did fix
It, and destroyed my crucifix.
You bring me to light,
And let me take flight,
With you to ascend to the world,
From the deadly realms of cold.
I shall never forget
How you have sorted,
My life again for me
From death I rose to held thee.
For you have had wings,
And I banished, tied to past strings;
Now freed by your love
We have risen above,
I will never forsake you
And will give my life when due.

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The soft grass beneath my feet,
The fresh breeze which I breathe,
The rain that soaked me
Or the heat that choked me,
Nothing made me feel alive
For i was already dead inside.
My heart was broken
My soul turned to stone,
When betrayal was my token
I received for love, to bemoan.
Not once, but it was multiple times,
For I kept searching lured by the chimes,
Of a selfless love that I never did get
And so my heart was full of regret.
And then you came and everything changed,
You mended my heart and a soul so deranged,
At last the curse was broken,
And by your kiss I was woken,
I looked at your soul and I was smitten,
It was then that our love story was written.
The story of a boy who had turned to stone,
Woke up from dream after a girl had shown,
That love was pure, in a selfless heart
The couple swore together never to part,
In bitter times they struggled, they fought a lot,
But Love still flourished, it was never forgot.

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The rain drops on my window,
Paint the image of my past.
Swirling comes the memories;
Scars that are gonna last.
Carrying my pain in its streams
The veins drain it to the sea,
The rain drops on my window,
Make my emotions flow free.

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The melting skies,
The swirly dreams,
I see in your eyes
The magical gleams,
Of love and life
That I desire,
The musical fife
My heart would admire!
Let us rule this magical realm,
Hand in hand, a life of bliss;
Be what may come to overwhelm
Let us be together to share a kiss!
Let us love so as to inspire,
As we witness the dusk approach,
There will come a time to retire,
And depart together in our caroche.

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We have been told
To maintain distance,
Yet we never really
Knew what's coexistence!
Why it's hard during
Such a calamity,
When distancing is what
We're taught by society.
The poor and the rich,
The white and the black,
The caste made a difference;
Religion, a cause to attack!
The immigrants from distant lands,
Are never treated the same,
By us who've been lucky to have
Our own nation to claim.
The wars we waged, for differences between us,
The blood that we shed for it,
Keeps the distance between us growing,
So why now it's so hard to commit?
Keep the distance, that you have nurtured;
Let it now work for a good cause!
One which can save a lot many lives,
And rectify our community's past flaws!

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Get a mask to hide your face,
And wash your hands with soap to save
Yourself from the novel coronavirus,
While many more are sent to their grave.
Hide like you did in the past,
Behind a mask, and washed your hands
Off pogroms, riots, and wars,
For religion, class, colour and lands.
Wash your hands off the rapes,
The intolerance, animosity and hate,
On which you maintained your silence,
While others had to be the bait.
Poverty and starvation has been there,
And now you're the one scared?
You slept in peace on your soft bed,
While the poor were not spared.
Our species is like the virus,
And keeps killing its own kind;
While we protect our bodies from germs,
We fail to disinfect our mind.

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I looked around for the source;
The horrid stench of a rotting soul
Kept emanating from within.
Succumbing to the darkness that
Slowly filled my heart, it died
A cold lonely death without a word.
I preserved it as I wanted a bond
With myself within and out,
But the putrid odour hung around.
The perfumes and musks could not
Make it go, while I lived on,
Yet the essence of my life was gone.
I remain a corpse and await
For the end of this ordeal,
To escape the emptiness that I feel,
To be freed from the charge
Of murdering my own heart,
As I lay buried rotting below the dirt.

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