When beauty discovers itself within imperfections, it becomes a kind of beauty that perfection often craves to be.

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She didn't tuck those strands of hair
Behind her ears,
She let it fall.
And that's when she found,
The winds were longing,
For far too long
To play with her hair and
Beautify them more.

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Memoirs of yours, I've penned in abyss
For maybe morrow, I shall forget
Or maybe remember
only the fragments.

I left it in void
To be one with the wind,
To bring you along,
each time I breathe.
To hover over the clouds
And rain on me, as they please;
I left it in void
To merge with the sun
And shine on me,
each and every morn
Or to twinkle with the stars
As a silent companion
On my nights lone.

Do not worry,
For I shall not forget
I've kept you safe
in nature's haven;
Memoirs of yours, I've penned in abyss.

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You peep through the windows
Of her enclosed life,
With your partially blurred visions
And point fingers at her
Like you own a right.

You call her messy and dirty
And a wasted woman outright.

But, enter her house someday,
Like a guest maybe,
And watch her carefully
Unravel herself into
The living tapestry,
Painted, the finest colours
On earth with.

For some things beautiful,
Look a little messy from afar,
For the complexities they carry with.

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I wonder, how progress and modernity we weigh
Probably a land of loners, lost in abyss,
Or where wealth accumulates and men decay?

You ask me to not talk to the man beside,
Lest he takes vantage of mine.
To which I often laugh and weep,
How then shall I or any man live?
Be strangers to each other,
wrapped up in oneself;
Cut all links of brotherhood,
And be locked in cage?

You ask me to keep everything to myself.
And trust me, I do, always.
Now my secrets live in bliss,
And I in stress.
Always.

I wonder, what world we want to create,
Probably, a land of the obscure and emotionless;
Where with piles of banknotes,
We perish of loneliness!

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You hold chaos like strength,
Shielded well, with that infectious smile on face;
Like flaring tapers brightening as they waste,
Spreading lights allover, while melting itself.

Underneath all your gravity,
You hide a beauteous pious soul;
May be a bit sweet and childish, and a bit sour.
Let me today love, take a glimpse of it, if not whole.
If not whole.

Tell me,
The seas you traversed, and the fields you fought;
The songs unsung, and memories that haunt.
Show me,
Your veiled scars, and let me heal them with love.
Let me, darling, heal them with love.

Let me once, touch your untouched soul,
Let me make you feel,
If love can scar, it can also cure.
It can also cure.

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From beneath a huge banyan tree,
I look up at the night sky,
To witness the full moon,
Full of glee.
But at once my curiosity fades,
When its leafs blur my visions
And the full moon appears,
Only in parts and portions!

May be, that's how we look at people,
From beneath the tree of our preconceived notions;
We Look for perfection,
From our imperfect visions
To see the full,
Only in parts and portions!

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A plunge and relapse into old loves,
Often feels like yesterday
And often like an atavistic remnant; a romantic shred!

O those good old days,
Often I wish to relive them
And often, I persuade my mind,
That vivisections those memories of past dead.

O Lord, I wish, someday,
My mind obeys my command,
I wish, someday!

But I'm not one of them
Who'd give in or run away.
I see, there are drugs and caves,
And dungeons to hide myself,
But I choose to sit with my thoughts,
And make peace with them.

I might not succeed today,
But I know, I will, someday
I will, someday!

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