at times when
every single belief
becomes like fugazi

i feel startled
and when i
call you out
to borrow yours'
there's always blood
under my tongue

i then realize
this dismissive world
and an even
abysmally bittersweet heart

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it's not my place anymore
it was 'us', there was 'you'

what once was a giggly space
now it's all black and blue

what once used to be like a breather
is more like a dead end now,

might it still be my place
but it felt lively with you around

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just when i thought
I'll scribble over my downfall
alas! that wasn't a regular call
i will recolour my stripped walls

i had a pen and a paper
the pen felt heavier than usual
forget writing poetry for her
i failed to write even the name upfront

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Look for the monster
not on the four walls, or under the bed
but on the ceiling!

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and there are nights
where
i just want to
stand
right in eye the of the storm
believe
in every ounce of my vigour
and have
all the faith in Him
to hold my ground
against all odds

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कि चंद लम्हों की कशमकश में
क्यूं गिनाऊं मै कमियां और खामियां उनकी
लड़ते भी उनसे ही थे
और सुकून भी वही थी

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built with false hope
i made a statue of yours

the heart wanted suffering
and it got what it wanted

E V E R Y T H I N G   C O L L A P S E D

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what once used to be
the word of God

i myself am leaping over
to create my own kind

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when it starts
it probably ignites like a fire

when it ceases to exist
there's only ashes left as the gist

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in the parallel world
would i still be struggling to
'J A I L B R E A K
E M O T I O N S'
?

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