Moment just went by...wish I could just hold them..capture them..save them..just want time to stop ...everything to halt...just that smile over her lips...just that smile..

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Words are cheap..

It is like a politician way of promising heaven before election
As if heaven ever exists

It is like a sycophant appreciations ....hollow from within

It is all rhythm and rhymes and noise amalgated together to make traps for fools

And boy!!! We do like to believe in myths and live in illusion

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Words...they have a strange way with us....some pierces, some heals, some mends, some breaks...


When I think of words uttered or written or spoken I often think about thoughts behind it...how for a moment or two that somebody becomes the centre of someone's attention...how their minds revolve around them...


Honest words have some kind of intimacy gripping them... a vulnerability...the power of sharing imbibing them...


And I have learned...when we can find meaning in silence of someone ....can talk about mundane things with them...in those conversations there is true love...true bonding ...a real friendship...

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The scaffolding fell with a loud grunt and thud
A moment it took for the years to crumble
Boulders, dust and mayhem spread in heap, a wildfire
Rubbles lay patterrnless looking for attachment
Ladders with no safety net shouted in exhaustion
Crippling the cripples;
Hiding the hiders and sychopant lay in corner gathering masks.

Chaos ensured a deadly and disjointed one
The flated calf was killed in ritualation ( in celebration )
Peter lay in trance with his mind twisted, blood rising through his cheeks
Or did peter enjoyed the unfolding ??
"A friend to all is a friend to none" was the cry
The scaffolding didn't know the virtues of equinamy
Cajoled and enticed, it was to land in hornet's nest
Its appetite was for approbation but he was a lamb to slaughter
While "Huzzah, Huzzah" echoed the court and the rubbles collected their roubles.

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I find refuge in its coldness in its bitterness
Its shards are like icicle that bleeds
It holds on to the memories long gone by.....

The pumping reverberates, the silence echoes
And I sit alone staring at the open door.

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Wait..a syllable word...seems to store eternity in it...the patient meditating...the long yearnings...the futility of hope...all bundled together..

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While trying to make sense of the things or world around you....don't forget to breathe or to watch the setting of sun or the blooming of flowers or to hear the mad rush of the river or to smell the spring ..just don't forget the little things...

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Being a Chameleon
Wearing a mask, hooding away my pain
Isn't that bravery??

Masquerading is the art that I have mastered
Smile and laugh
And the pain in your eyes will get unnoticed
The world will think everything is okay

But a termite lives inside...hollowing me..making me lost...making me empty...

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Thank you for ripping open those wounds and thriving on those wounds like bees thrive on nectar sucking it and rendering it lifeless and then asking " What ails thy heart?"

Thank you for numbing these senses, these feelings such that I become indifferent and then asking " Are you made up of wooden bass?"

Thank you for making me cry such that I am choking and wailing and those words dying in my mouth and then shouting " Don't be a cry baby"

Thank you for making me realize that all those fairytales dreams, those storybook loves are lies you are no Richard Gere and I am no Julia Roberts and this is no Preety Woman premise..This is a real world and in reality There is no love that can survive ages..

Thank you for make my feel puny, making me realize all this is my mistake.I am at wrong and that all caring is a charade. It is all made up talks good enough for gaslighting.

Thank you for making me go through all this and making me a self conceited woman. Making me realize that self love is not vanity it is the only sanity.

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The sky is overcast;
The clouds are churning;
Making way for gloom, deary and dark;
A Requiem plays in the background

I paused and looked
When everything went helter-skelter
A beacon of light shone
A rainbow in the midst
A friend to rely upon smiled..

His smile lifted my spirits
His words acted like my medication
He lend me his hand
And restored my faith in me..in myself
He is my light...my shining flamingo, my reason to hope, my reason to dream, my friend...

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