it is through tinted glasses
we observe and live

for a few, glasses are tinted red,
they live with passion and rage
some see life in yelow, perfect
just as moon light makes it seem like
and others feel the melancholic life,
through their blue tinted lens.

but if you ask me, i would say
the colour of our lens is black,
blind with our assumptions, ideas and beliefs.

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Our love is beyond the writings
and imagination of any being
I feel your warmth, your smile
the way you would pick up a note and sing
shying away the breeze

It's not that I carry you but I know you are
you are there in the deepest
sacred chamber of my heart,
conquering me as waves rush onto my feet

I know you are, you are there
enveloping me into your warmth
and until we meet, I shall live you
with all the madness you left me with.

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I know not when
my heart turned into a ploughed land
sown with seeds of sorrow
splitting me apart

Wrapped around my neck now
are roots choking me with
pangs of guilt, I know not why

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Rarely there are days
when my lungs isn't a machine
suffocating me with oxygen

Or my heart isn't some device
beating like the seconds hand of a clock
but exposing each inch of my skin
to pricks and tickles of life

It's on such days that I write
It's only on those days that I am alive.

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My emotions like beaten eggs
flipped over on oven,
slowly browns.
The edges crumbling in
from the heat of truth
folded underneath fate's tongue.

As children dream
with their starry eyes
I hold grains in pursuit of
birds of paradise.

I caused enough wildfires
to realise my heart is
a home to towering trees of wishes
So, I run past twisted turns
and through narrow escapes
to be back burned instead.

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My last day of college
left me lingering
between accomplishment
and agony, which I never knew
can exist in a way.

I wear my uniform
for one last time,
the rough piece of clothing
that once itched against my skin
today feels soft, it's as if
we both have embraced
each other, once and for all.

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Have you ever felt alive?
like you can feel the air
passing through, filling your lungs
your heart beating fast
and a sense of ease in mind
For me, it's only been on days I write.

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Faraway, lies a field of sunflowers
I once planted, one for every wish I had.
Some bear cheerful faces,
while others turned yellow from heat.
I walk amidst my field of dreams
searching for the the one
I planted in your name

The sky changes its color
as has my life with passing breaths
I realise, some dreams of early years
are like fleeting clouds, they don't stay
On the side, my heart wishes the ones
cheerfully blushing at the sun,
be the one I planted in your name.

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What are thoughts for
if not preserved
what is love for
if not suffered

Pinning for happiness
is numbing your
desire to be.

Let your heart
be pierced, check
what leaks out -
if it's words,
you're alive
if it's blood,
you survived.

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