Your part of Lie.

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There are moments,when your heart stops responding.Moments when you hate the mere faces you see around,specially the masked one.The feeling is intense when the emotions you have finds no partner for love-making,or to be heard.Like a twig that falls from a tree but nobody cared enough or picked it up,healed it.That twig is all stale and just lying nearby its parent tree..Yes it actually happens.

I feel it.Like things choking and not coming back to me.Suffocating it might be.For sure it is profound.

I question my existence is a reality or a myth for my thoughts seem myths to other.So what better I become now?A myth yet again?Perplexing conjecture become the hard,raw truth at times..you see it and don’t want to accept it… yet you know,there it is..your part of lie.Sore and naked.



 

Waves and sunshine.

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How obnoxious our minds get at times,when our stomach aches nothing but pain,how crucial life gets to see a turbulence in our entire mind.Emotions get wrapped up as a package of miseries,unspoken hate and more worries.Those time takes us back to square one,where the roads once were bruised just like our heart.The soreness bites our little grinning thoughts that might have appeared through our smile,yes,it happens.

What do we do next?

There have been desolations since centuries after bloodshed,wars and this time the havoc comes when the peace in our heart is blacked out just like the charcoal.The brutality of times can never be said,there shall come,kill your innocuous soul and move on,it’s us who needs to erase the past,the past of hatred…the past of scratches,for there comes a beaming sunshine and a splendid view that shall scintillate our heartbeat and give us that bounce and once stolen thunder.

And my dear,that beam is still in you so sparkle more and unravel your solitude once again.



I Am, All That.

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Like knife,I appear

sharp-edged,brutal,

so uncoil me only to see

million of stars hidden within

Like an insipid soul I become

so unwrap me

only to see a cryptic haze of dainty-like rose petals

Like unfathomable dust,unclear

I become.

So rekindle me,ignite me with 

meticulous storm

and then you shall see

how unflinching,

transparent ,

I am.



 

How hard is to be satisfied?

Okay,so if we have everything still we crave for something better,unsatified!If we score 99%,we crave for that 1%,unsatisfied.If we have all the apples of life,we still will compare our lives with others,whether we check instagram,facebook..as soon as we see others making us feel bad by posting their happening lives,we become unsatisfied.Why?

Why this happens we can’t take elation in our own surroundings?Why post everything on social media like others?Is that the real way to show we are happy?We need to let peace kiss us,when it actually wants to.

We need to be satisfied in what we have,if it’s hard,we should practice it,till we excel in it.

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Come,count the ways.

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You ask how my body smells of you?You ask how I breathe for you?The atlas of my body shall show you the destinations.It shall reveal all the vulnerable points of my body,like summer meeting its cool breeze or love kindling in the most rawest form,wild and free.

Come,I shall count the ways,I fancy you,like the brightest moon sparkling the dark skies,making the sky worth a glance.Like the infinite kiss one could imagine,with equations equal to exemplary delicacy.Like the ways,it shall be divine with you in mind and your thoughts wild awake in soul.So fresh and dewy you are,come count the ways front and back.

I shall take you to the fragments of my mind,then visit you in my intoxicated mind that hold the pictures of you,all intensified to the core,with colors of your love,red being the prominent one.The splash of colors remind me,your impeccable horizons,I crave.You exist in my veins,come peek into my blood,for it shall proclaim your love,for it shall declare my utmost desires,the unheard prayers of my fragile soul.Come once again,I shall show you the mirror of my heart,you shall know that it is all you,for you.

 



 

The great Rise.

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I got rust all over my naked body,with all the hatred people gave me,wounds made their way in my soul, throughout my entire palpitating heartbeat.

For all these years I took your abhorrent word,my stars really never stopped flickering for me;

I am raw,I am the foundation,society said the heinous words in the times of profound acquaintance,

You polish my soul more and more,make me shine like a diamond-ring,

Rub me harder with your obnoxious ways,and I shall rise in the most splendid way.