They say,
"Behold the plethora of excuses
raining cats and dogs,
get wet and sloppy, deceive the odds".
But,
me, I'm under the canopy of resentment
infested with quirky gimmicks;
scrambling over benevolent hiccups, learning fancy tricks.

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They could neither forsake each other, nor were they solicitous.
She was always so diligent and he was always anxious.
Only the sky knew the vast Otherness they had to conquer;
the eerie nights of insecurity, and the wild, unknown yonder.
Even their souls accepted the monstrous ambiguity
Where she felt lost and yearned for impunity.
But that was impossible by then;
all of her was already invested in vain.
She started living a rhapsodised life
No emotions, no blames, no compassion, no strife.

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What if I surrender to the darkness, I once conquered?
What if I cry out loud my name, as if I'm a drunkard?
What if I call you a bully, for breaking and stitching my heart?
What if I overexert myself and reopen the previous cut?

Would you notice? would you notice my love?
Would you console me? Or shower pitty from above?
Or may be you are too busy, collecting frictions in your life,
May be I'm as alone as I was, disappointed in all the hype.

Haha, Once again I'm thinking of my stupid guilt.
Love, sob and love, every time the same shit.
Ah! Now I'm all used to this,
I'm a strong; I'll imagine our kiss.

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I am pain.I am a monster.I accepted thriving on myself.I don't manifest.I just contemplate and contemplate.

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I really don't have the power
to close the door anymore.
But you tell me to change the place
because there's a lot to explore?


Believe me dear, I have tried
but my pen never complies.
Better choke "paramour" now
before me in myself dies.

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Tell me, it was my fault and
not a matter of time and acquaintance?
I cared too much about everything.
This is my mess, I'll face the consequence.

Then again ''you'' convinced me
that you were my companion.
But now hopelessly I know why
poor "paramour" strolls alone in the field of Dandelion.

So, what now
of these unwanted days I live?
What about the simple reality we share
for years which I couldn't perceive?

Now the clink of your earrings
is more tormenting than you think
Can I forget all of "us",
be heartless, dry and shrink?

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Addicted to your vibe,
I didn't care of the world anymore.
I left the door open
and adopted the persona "paramour".

But you skilfully made it clear
about how I deceived myself;
How I proclaimed you're my love,
not a solicitous friend or anybody else.

It really hurt
when you confronted my useless overthinking,
the pain I deliberately enjoy
and why my rationality started shrinking.

But can I forshake my heart?
Though it's now tainted
by the urge of being "us"
and the part "we" rented.

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One day there's you
banging on my door,
seeking a thoughtful container
for your numerous stories to pour.

I was afraid as a child
but you pushed your way into my place.
Unwillingly or willingly
my solitude started to efface.

Your time made me ignorant
of how my walls were drying,
A few cracks here and there
as if they made a Leo sign.

Slowly my heart was surrounded
And bloomed with you allegories.
My mind, benevolent to judge you
my eyes, enamored of your glories.

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A dark room,
a single window and four walls,
And an withered door,
merely significant that was.

The walls were damped,
protected by layers of fern,
the poor window was sealed
even before I could discern.

But the room was my favourite.
In my eyes it was unworn.
Not even a single crack or hole
for the interruption of the sun.

I'd never opened the door,
it was dangerous outside.
Busy, selfish and complicated;
not ideal for me to reside.

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Who am I

Who am I?
A stranger with memories?
Or a writer with stories?
May be, those are too extravagant
to encourage my follies.

Follies they say,
immature and emotional,
also hideously delusional.
Those are too hard to implicate,
just intuitional but unintentional.

So, who am I?
A hopeless romantic?
Or a veteran pedantic?
May be I am just an amateur
trying to be dogmatic.

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