ask them to return me
the presents they've
taken back with them.
I want them back, for
my soul asks for it.
I know they've been
winners everyday for
what they've done.
But I know that just
a consolation to this
soul would be great
for a beginning as
such.

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I stare at the moon
He stares back at me
We fall in love again
Reimbursing, recreating destiny

We build a love story
Like never before
Different in feelings
I ask for depth, he for shore

I hold up the pen
To write emotions
Preaching magic over
With the darkest love potions

Now when I leave
Moon asks and obliges
Some desserted feelings
And he left with no choices

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Those swift movements of your body
Which attract me every now and then
I try shifting these eyes away from
what I think is distracting the cause
The cause for an ephemeral isolation
The deserting silence of the love we
preached, since the eternity of sun
It leaves the bothering soul with all
of its force being present in air of
all the injust teachings of the social,
emotional and psychological being.
I write about love to remember you,
and the aura of your fragrantly
dulcet memories we made together.
Let me dwell into the fantasies of
all the fictional love I imagine now,
being nothing more than just a broken nib.

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Do work with all types of people , either you Will be cheated or you will be preached.

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Parched Soul

Scorching bows of my closed one,
pierced my heart into pieces.
I was clung on the hope of some,
but was demolished by them too.
Fatigued, now of trusting anymore,
victim of the pains was what,
I became by counting on others.
Lost in the contemplation.
Should I continue my life further?
or leave the body on the floor?
or to get back and start all over?
This unbearable pain lead
me to the world of ordeals.
wonder why the world is
turning cruel day by day.
Questions burning within me,
My parched soul needs a touch of humanity.
Gloomy cosmos in me seeking serenity.

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"Negativity sells and attracts so much
buzz that positivity has to be
preached in inverted commas"

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