Let the memories be captured in the sunshine..
So that every time it cast my shadow..
It will reflect you by my side.

Let it be captured at the places we go..
So that every time I pass through..
I could feel you around me.

Let the memories be captured in the air..
So that every time I breath..
I could be you forever.

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Come mend me slowly
Piece by piece
Lest I bleed myself
A crimson path
These scattered pieces
That you gingerly hold
My love be warned
Shall play on
Along their checkered path

Answer me true
Shall you be bold
Walking by me
On these alien paths
Will it devour
That savior in you
Knowing I'm whole
But broken in parts?

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Through your life weave
all that was born through your words
and like spirits linger
all that was left untold.

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I HIRED you,
Though I hated you,
So you could CURE my life.
You ENTERED my life,
Used your knife,
I wished you had LEFT that night.

I fell in love with you,
Oh yes I did.
So much so deep,
Even my SHADOW weep.

I Texted my friend,
Said it's the lend
He CALLED me said what I meant ?
I said I'm sorry it was a TYPO,
I meant it's the end of mine Yo.

I said my goodbye's,
When you came by,
With eye's that couldn't lie.
You said you're sorry,
You were so sorry,
I couldn't say my goodbye.
All I did was HUGGED you tightly,
And said you DESIGNED my WORLD right. Love you

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मुझे परवाह ही कहाँ इस शख्सियत की,
बहरहाल मैं रहती गर इसमें तो बात और होती!

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I've been more mine
Than I was ever yours
Because my insides
Contort in selfish possessiveness,
That, when extends
Its appendages, become
Slender tentacles,
Wrapped around your knees.
Is this what you imply
Time and again,
When you say
You fell for me?

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A Soldier's Eulogy

Noir it was,
the undulated,
unpromising state, divine.
I dug deep.
I salvaged what
was once mine.
Bit by bit,
as I collected, pieces
of my broken soul,
I knew,
the violence was over;
the killings were done.

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a little poem. And I listen, intently. It's dark, but
I wonder what real darkness feels like—
still, unborn suns and moons, dead stars;
my innards cringe in coils to the thought.
When breaths escape grasp and I gasp,
dreams set to sail in deflated parachutes
could lead me nowhere.
And I am lost in a land of God, brought
to His desertion and forsaken at His will.
I killed ants and several little bugs because
they fiddled with my skin and fed on my blood,
or just because I saw a possible harm.
I wonder what real darkness feels like—
untouched by bodies, but haunted by souls;
clouds of ether, black, forever evading,
never-ending, unremitting.
But I've seen this darkness we carry,
within these fine interstices of
our corporeal networks. That which
appears distant, is very close.

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मिलनी चाहिए फांसी उन कातिलों को भी..
जिसने अपने ख्वाबों का क़त्ल किया हो।।

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Always feared my dark side,
Afraid of getting engulfed,
But the Day I embraced my dark side,
I feared none.....

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