Still, I carry you with me
Beyond your withered palm

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Quest for an arduous journey to the drench with sprinkle

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Facing the truth of reality, which is already known

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Her mind is full of messy thoughts
She lies on her bed, gets closer
her head towards the knees
Slowly...Slowly....
Her arms searches a warmth
space to fit in, her eyes now closed
Her legs turn coldish
She is just waiting for something
Abruptly, she grope one's presence
Seems her hands just find some excuses
And her eyes lost her path...

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The night lies evermore dark
But, the question is
How will you feel that?
You can inflame a candle
And possessed the warmth
Or else, you just hold obscurity
And count the ever shining stars
Lies on the lap of ambiguity

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Thinking that there's no peace

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Darkness kisses on eyes
When I open,
I see,
Blackish dark obscurity

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The foremost day of June,
Scorching heat of the sun spreads
Heatwave blows and touches every sibling tree
A weary scene is arrested
Mood is not doing well, busy with his unreasonable thoughts
Lying straight, Incondite hair, loose dress & pale face
Many sounds come ,...
Like dripping water, brids' cry, sound of boiling rice, sound of playful boys ....
Of all that, when suddenly there's come a clod soothing breeze..
You feel real season of June..
Cause, after sunset may be it's a beginning of norwest....

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All of a sudden, all things disappearing
No fireflies to glow, to show the path of affection
Now, the eyes are not looking for something
They are shewed with flame of silent
Nothing is immutable, even for those words
Are they really decayed?
Now, the breeze can only satisfy them
Close the eyes and recollecting previous parlance
Mind is lost all attention and focus on lyrics of songs
Headphones are the comrades of ones
Lying is the last job to do
after releasing a deep grave breath...

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Without any interaction time slipped like sand from our hand ..isn't it ?

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