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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.


Lost Light..

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How deep I need to go to bring my paintings of heart,

how splendid should I be,to make you laugh,

I giggled and beamed to show you the light,

the light that fizzled out for you,

Wasn’t I keeping you warm,attainable,


cold breeze is speaking to me,destroying once blooming petals of heart,

here I am,shivering once again.

Ashes and Grace.

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Querulous breath I inhale,vapid thoughts then exhale;

Feckless remains the soul,

There must be something invigorating about the ashes of human,or else why so much reverence prevails?

I wonder what my ashes will speak;

The suaveness of my persona;

or the ultimate hidden spots?

I search with all my remaining passion for the lost piquant spirits I hugged once;

for ashes are grace they say;

Deep daring  my heart has perhaps,for ashes are my thoughts now.


The remains of my Heart.

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By the time I am perfect,I shall be in pieces bifurcated in millions of skin;

And then my remains will be imperfect for you,for my divisions will not be in accordance of your mundane expectations;

The thoughts have started already to torment me in the hatred I have for my presence.

The shimmer seems vanishing now,in the lost desire for solace.

Kill me already.

Take your favourite weapon and then cut me in halves,bit by bit and in pieces uncountable,

then splash the color of my skin on your hands,take pleasure in it..give smiles for it,just kill me already;

Then carry my body all soaked in blood pieces,have a bonfire ..burn it there,sing jingles or tantrums to my soul..just kill me already;

Chop my innocence,cut my simplicity..take me to hell with a pointy dagger still in me,curse my mind,play with my smile..do something incorrigible,that my soul only can know..just kill me already.



Is my pain yours too?


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I sit here in my deep morbid thoughts,lost in you,wondering about you;

how my love never stopped caring for you,was it never felt by you?

Out of all I followed you,got absorbed in your air,never did my heartbeat stopped for you;

Still,you kill me with your strident words,that cut my skin in two halves..is my pain felt by you?

Embraced all that you gave,I changed my etiquette to match that yours,here I sit again then why so alone?

If I am wrong,just drown me deep in the darkness,where nobody shall follow..speak your word then.

As days pass on,despondent I grow..numbness occupied, wretched I live.



There is something surreal about my those nights when the state of mind drifts from my body,vapid thoughts on fire,thunderbolt then flies higher.Those nights vocalize the illusions of my mind and gives me a surreptitious good night kiss as I cover my face in deep slumber,what enchants me more is the thrill I get before my nights call me in,unaware of the rawness of the dreams I would have again or the world I would enter in,vanishing my soul seems.Sometimes the journey is venturesome while sometimes a mundane ritual follow,still there is a deep craving that asks me each day about my last night to which my face speaks all the next morning.True they say,dreams keep you awake, if not that..why I still defeat the rapacious desires?

Each night..midnight tells my subconscious mind what different talks got imbued in me distinctively and what held me all unwavering.I come to know this way the inner mirth I
have or the hollowness if prevails and that is the beauty my dreams possess.Indelible my future remains,no soothsayer or my cosmos enjoy the power of my want,something remains unwritten in our journal by those stars or the gargantuan sky,but I have the power to lie down on my cozy bed and close my eyes..for it is 10:30 p.m by the clock…time to get vanish in my own spark.