The sun has risen. Winds have forgotten to sleep. Trucks spew smoke, a cloud of black looming on the road like black mirror. I log onto my Instagram. It's been a week since I did. Work, travel, you. Everything has been a battle last week.

Your picture shows up on top. We have stopped talking. Communication gap widened to a stage of no communication. I binge like your pictures. All of them. As if my likes were my words wrapped inside the white heart that throbs once over your picture and disappears. Like us. You're in the mountains. Trees and tents. I too am heading to a mountain today. In search of some solace, some sobriety. Probably, some escape too.

Tell me one thing. When both of us are looking for the same thing, why aren't we looking for it together? Can't we simply escape into each other?

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Tonight
I'll be your night star
Wrap me in lies
So scorching so bright
Feed me void hope
Make me swallow all the doubts
Weave me fake wings
Let me fly so high
Then tomorrow when the sun rise
You will wake up
With ashes so dark
Flood of red poison made of doubts
And see the wings collapse
Marking the worst fall of my life
All for your masked love.

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Gratefulness; a soaring step towards optimism, which governs the indisputable meaning of our existence. A hardcore pessimist, cowering under the maladies of life, will be whiplashed into an aura of perceptional assertion when an unexpected generosity is sprinkled upon the individual. The hospitality of the doer hails and wraps the pessimist into a cordial coziness. A grumpy elder, an energetic child and a malicious murderer will grin uniformly with gratitude at this friendly doer too. Take any amiable family, the father lunges himself into a pledged endeavor to earn a strong livelihood right after the first childbirth, why? An unwavering unfading gratefulness towards her.

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Don't wrap yourself in the crowd because it may loose your identity........

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i used to wish a HERO too bold ,
in my side to grip my hold .
a red apron , wrapped on back ,
ability to fly , be a MACHO pack .
😎

how funny was my younger's wish ,
am i different in this school of FISH .

yes , in reality i do have one ,
fulfills my desire every single one .
my name and fame is his only GOAL ,
to my every WISH , he puts his SOUL .
neither he can fly , nor he is too tall ,
though made my first walk without fall ,
he is my HERO , whom ' PAPA ' i call .
😊

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WRAPPED in heat.
Softened to be crushed.
The little baby girl,
inside the womb of her mother.
Silently resisted not to be murdered...

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Chocolate wrap covers are more deserved to put in your friend's bag and not in the trash.

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In a casket of beatitude
Home is a bit of paradise
wrapped in beautiful
gift papers as wall paints and
stickers as the name plates

The only irony is
instead of you waiting for them
These gifts want
you to be
delivered at their door step.!

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Just like the sun shines on green grass
Wrap your golden arms around me.
Lay your silken sight onto me
And keep looking until I've fallen asleep.

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ओढ़ लूँ तुम्हें आँचल सा,
लपेट लूँ प्यार को तुम्हारे
अपने इर्द गिर्द;
चस्पाँ कर लूँ
तुम्हारे होठों को
अपनी पेशानी पे,
तुम्हारी महक का इतर
मल लूँ अपनी कलाइयों पे
तुम्हारी आवाज़ की खनक की
पहन लूँ चूड़ियाँ
तुम्हारे नग़मों की गुनगुन से
खनकते नपुर
पहन लूँ अपने पैरों में
मैं ना रहूँ मैं,
बस तुम हो जाऊँ,
इश्क़ करूँ ख़ुद से ही
और ख़ुद पर ही मिट जाऊँ।

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