I WONDER,
if my life is a movie,
will I ever have a happy ending?

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//SHOWER OF RAIN//

Rain comes and calls me,
caress my body with care.
It pitter-patters on my skin,
lips, nose-tip, nails and hair.
It tingles inside my ears
it kisses me all over.
It's smell makes me dance,
It floats inside me.
It stretches its floral vision,
to the heart where its weak.
Rain pours its scent, all over me
raindrops, with whom I dance on their melodies.
Showering on my sad self,
washes away gloomy clouds.
Being covered under its shadow,
it stitches my invisible wounds.
Black and blue and grey hues like royal velvet,
all over nature's vibrant color palette.

And rain fills my heart with the soft dampness it brings.
I follow it's footprints through the dew drops next morning.

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I do feel physically,
that feeling of being in–
someone's thoughts
someone's comfort zone
someone's own universe.
I do feel it,
When their scenarios collides with mine.
When that someone touches
the boundaries of my destiny,
in the co existing worlds.
When
I and everyone
exist in each other's world
each other's aura
each other's destiny.
When I exist in someone else's emotions,
when someone exist in mine.
When our fate intertwine.
When we play with keys of telepathy–
Which will bring them to my feelings,
which will take me to their pain.
Which will assure us of our own destiny,
putting aside theories of brain.
Even when a unique universe exist in oneself
we're still bind by trust.
To the destiny,
To the meaningless yet meaningful us.

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When the whole sky paint itself in pale yellow,
sky which was eager to look down at earth.
Sky which had been upside down all this time,
flips itself over, and blooms into a new birth.
It gathers all the black clouds around,
a mist, moist and murky air.
When wind is eager to hug the world,
waiting for rain with a hopeful stare.
It's when sky peeks into the tiny streets,
small and smaller hue and hay.
Boxy buildings and dense forests
where meadows and grasses lay.
Sky, then, pours itself
pearl like raindrops all over.
Fills the thirsty cracks in earth
looking like a shiny black cover.
Living dolls, singing their breathe,
billions of galaxies fusing into each other.
All of them same, yet diffetent,
different tastes and different color.
The teary eyed sky
looks at the heaven of earth,
and makes a lightening, thundering vow.
and reflects the beauty of the earth on itself,
as a colorful, fascinating rainbow.

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A tree bearing fruit
is a fruitful sight to see
for me who was with it,
in its journey from a seed.
A seed with excitment
to touch the sky within.
A seed which never saw itself
as a tree which needs to lean.
Its life is just a 'un' in certainty from my view,
nothing more, nothing less than
numerous unpredictable dew.
I kept longing for a day,
when I could admire it as a tree
all along the way.
And now that it is one of the ideal, beautiful trees,
stiff branches, like that of a statue, and swinging leaves,
I fear that one day, it will be gone.
dead for the world which admired it,
rotten, decayed and alone.
Now standing under it,
I often wonder if,
This big, green, giant tree is my real pleasure,
or whether it was it journey
which I could have treasured..

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Everything in busy yet silent streets,
running cars, running people, running birds, running time,
accompanies me in late nights.
After I ran harder than anyone.
I try to express myself to
busy clouds and busier stress.
But guess they all are same as me.
They all ran hard.
As harder as they could.
Maybe they couldn't see me in daylight either.
They were too busy to breathe.
We were too busy to console each other.
We were too busy to be us.

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It's when my bed wraps me around,
a short slumber heels my wound.
my insecurities,
resting for a while in busy streets.
I wear down fake filters,
along with my glasses.
And that's when I make up stories
to admire irregular brush strokes of a painting.
I dream of cold footsteps approaching me
lifting me up in the light air
I'm the happiest there.

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That sunray which was warm enough
to reflect you in my heart,
caused the mirror in my eyes to crack today.
Warmth of this sunny day reminds me the words,
my eyes spoke to praise you.
This sunset never felt so cold.
I used to feel safe under the sun,
but now it burns my heart.
I wish I could paint this sky back to sunny,
this pain would have been sweet with you

This day boiled me like fire,
causing you to rise up,
away from me.
Now I'm the only one for me,
and my teary eyes
can feel the cool breeze of night.
My broken mirror learned to admire dark.
My burnt up heart is miserable,
yet relieved.

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While swinging in the breeze of night air,
I look up at statless sky
and then lower my head,
to admire several electric lights
all around my terrace.
I'm all alone there,
but not lonely with those noisy glimmers.
I, then, let my stories out
through a silent sigh in the wind,
blowing against my soul.
Every breathe tells something,
every breathe exhales pain.
And that's when I realize
that I've been wrapped inside dark sky,
its tight yet comfortable.
Being patted by cold waves of air.
Silent yet alive city, sharing my existence.
and I don't remember any appointments with humans there.
What a relief it is to rest in the dreamy night.

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Moon reflect me.
it comes out to the world
in dark when everyone else is asleep
so there's no one to judge it scars
so it can cry in open
so it can place aside its insecurities
so it can be itself
Eyes focused on it make it nervous.
It shows truth.
It is honest at night
It is there in day but can't be seen.
It is pure
pure like a mirror
mirror is a moon
moon is me
my self is a mirror
mirror moon milky moonlight
everything is my own part
which comes out at night
and reflects my shiny hidden persona
on the dark sky
far away from daylight

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