when I was thrown out of heaven
into the eternal depths of hell.

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Crushed dreams wilt in my heart
The pain of loss threaten to choke me
I submit, forsaken and cry rivers of blood
I'm still lost in a daydream about you and me.

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Trapped in a cage like the bird
Away from the ruins of the world.

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I let go of the moon
To see the glowing fireflies
To hear the silence of the night
To smell the evening primrose
To feel the mist kiss the blade of grass
To touch the rain and the rainbow
And when the dark night
Make way for the dawn
I welcome the eye of heaven.

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I look longingly at the deep end of the abyss to find the truth stare at me. But I realise soon that it is beyond my reach. The antidote is right there like a beacon, revolving, rotating and flashing light patterns. I fall into the abyss to bear the light, to consume it, to light the world. I head down with my heels up, moving with relentless precision and irresistible desire. But I seem to reach nowhere, nothingness engulfs me, and the clear concoction of reality leaves me. Half-conscious, I find myself falling asleep losing my determination. In my state of trance, I encounter monsters that dwell at the bottom guarding the light ready to swing swords at me. I fight them with all my strength ruling out any chances of failure. Gaining consciousness I find the beacon shattered into little beams of light. They shine blinking making me realise of the variants of truth. I dive through them, scrutinizing them, accepting them and discern that I have light years to go before I find the ultimate truth.

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The Goddess of Revenge

Into the darkest corners of the wasteland
She was thrown to suffer eternal humiliation
SHAME SHAME SHAME!!! Screamed mankind
It marred her already dreadful desolate life
Dead was her conscience and her epitaph read,
Here lies one, whose shadows might disgust you.

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Books offer us the chance to live a life not our own and enjoy the joys of life, cry through the sorrows, and worry about the dangers without ever leaving the comforts of our home. That’s the beauty of books and the downside of it, isn’t it? And at times we miss out on what’s in front of us because we are too busy being someone else for a while. Sometimes being someone else is the only way to get through the day without wondering why you are there. Sometimes it’s the best way to move on from the things that hurt you and believe in yourself again.

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What have you done to me?
I welcomed you with open arms
With immense excitement and enthusiasm
Venturing newer terrains and adventures
But you made me knock the gates of the underworld
I nearly interrupted the hounds of hell
And hardly escaped from losing my life breath.
Why were you so cruel to me?
Even at the heights of glory, I was hurt
Making me vulnerable, weak, and depressed
Suffocating me in this dark world
Of fear and pain, of silence and numbness
You left me to suffer the terrific blows of time.
In these hard and worst of times
I always craved the sanctuary of warmth.
I know you are going take a turn
But I am watching you through hooded eyes
I'm sure my throne of agony and anguish awaits me
I will once again welcome you with arms wide open
But will you promise the same for me?

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Dear 2019
What have you done to me?
I welcomed you with open arms
With immense excitement and enthusiasm
Venturing newer terrains and adventures
But you made me knock the gates of the underworld
I nearly interrupted the hounds of hell
And hardly escaped from losing my life breath.
Why were you so cruel to me?
Even at the heights of glory, I was hurt
Making me vulnerable, weak, and depressed
Suffocating me in this dark world
Of fear and pain, of silence and numbness
You left me to suffer the terrific blows of time.
In these hard and worst of times
I always craved the sanctuary of warmth.
I know you are going take a turn
But I am watching you through hooded eyes
I'm sure my throne of agony and anguish awaits me
I will once again welcome you with arms wide open
But will you promise the same for me?

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Winter crawls into my bedroom like snowflakes gently fall into the ground, without a piercing cry, skimming my face with the softest breeze. It sprinkles me with everlasting gloom as fire of the dawn's light has left me with a creeping fog that haunts me with its merciless cold.

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