I was a writer until i fell in love,
When love was rising in me.
Then I became a lost writer,
some depth i was lost in.

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Little threads armouring behind rain,
Water caressed love,
Fire burnt stammering heart,
And then drinking fear
the world turned into leafy liberation
to tear apart.
Entangled or estranged,
became the same name to defame.
All threads were ashes of my little
unlearnt love with brain.
Eyes bloom,
Fierce, thus, love was named.

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and its binding aroma
binding him to the stars,
And his taste for calories
with good-bad caffeine,
and some bondages
binding through my scars.

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I find myself numb.

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the flower,
when I became one
to break the rules
of powers.

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Well, it is as simple as becoming simple itself is.
In the process of appreciating love with utmost amaze,
I forgot to think about 'trust,
The trust I lost for friendship,
When I was lost in the pleasure of looking at love,

And then I realized,
Love is beyond trust,
Relationships are build on trust.
And I lost my friendship and this beautiful relation
was dying with the death of trust
for which I forgot to mourn
when the happiness was too busy
to celebrate love.
I questioned my soul
which was dying too, losing its trust
on my smile which was becoming
afraid of contemplating every decision I took
without having my brain appreciating
my relation with trust.
A letter I want to write till I get my decisions right,
That I killed with my pen to write.

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सपनों का सम्बंध खत्म हो गया अब समझ से,
बस रेत से मिटे पत्थर पर लिखी रेखाएं पढ़ने लगा मन।।

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His whisperings through those teachings of sober nights,
As the divine in me submerged into his morning light,
Even his dark eyes were my body,
Shivering through his soul in his melody.
When he said I'm waiting you to be free,
that all along I'm becoming his sunhine,
Just when he asked me doing all the work with a soft smile.

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The world would complete
and finish in that moment.

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I read your words,
Then I listen to them.
Both do not happen simultaneously.
Faith conversed.

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