VOID

The noisy vacuum
Draining my soul
The noise of this malady
With rhetoric of being voiceful
Bucking my self void

The noisy vacuum
Draining my soul
The hairline feud between lone and alone
Always lonely sans the lone

The noisy vacuum
Draining my soul
The ultimatum of the ultimate destiny
Is a quiet path
The quietest path
The safest path
The happiest path

The noisy vacuum
Draining my soul
Will be filled with bubbles
Bubbles of sheer pleasure
To fill the voidity of the void vacuum

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I know what it's like to fall

Fall for those intoxicated eyes
Fall for the lust of your aroma
Fall for the blemishes under your skin
Fall for the slightest care
Fall deep under the nadirs of your love
Above all, I fell for the likeness of your being

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BUBBLE
No longer do I know how to share-
Little often there are ones who care;
With my malady to this rescue,
Directing all commands to this chaste soul:
To blurt out the whole.

No longer do I know how to share-
The tribe seems to do no fair;
My prejudice, my loss, my ache,
Pricking needle to my
Tangential allure.

No longer do I know how to share-
When all they do is scare;
Trying to awaken this perilous behemoth
They grill my being until-
Until turned into,
Into what I weren't.

Not the one
Living under the bubble-
So gay, so colourful yet
so flimsy;
But the one
She dreaded-
So gloomy, so dark yet
I try to share because
No longer do I know how to share.

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Help, your carelessness is turning into my hatred.

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HE VANISHED

He vanished
Vanished away from me
Away to a place where nobody knows him
Away to a place deeper than true love
Away to a place darker than depression
He vanished leaving me all alone in this ruthless world

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I bow down to you-
I bow down for turning my scars into the counting stars;
Stars in the limitless limits of fantasy;
So subtly so preciously.
You, my dear, have made me.

I bow down to you-
I bow down for making my greys to yellows:
Yellows such gay hue,
Gay when all were a gloom!
You, my dear, have made me.

I bow down to you-
I bow down for making me feel sound-
Sound besides the noises of beastful behemoths;
Undbaffling my conscience!
You, my dear, have made me.

I bow down to you-
I bow down for all the reasons and more:
With unflawed uncountable errors of my countable self;
Have thwarted my triumph in vanity, so
You, my dear, have made me.

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All these roses but all I saw was the sunflower

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Fall for those intoxicated eyes

Fall for the lust of your aroma

Fall for the blemishes under your skin

Fall for the slightest care

Fall deep under the nadirs of your love

Above all, I fell for the likeness of your being

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The heart does things for the reasons that reasons cannot understand

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POTHOLES

The whitest of the white creatures-
Making its way though the murky ditches;
With pureat hue,
More oftern than not guides us,
Guide to the eternal bliss of being unprovoked;
Unprovoked by the realms of idiocracy.

The cleansest of the clean roads:
With plethora of potholes-
Flooding our maladies with ideas,
Ideas reckoning our souls
Into the shallowest nadirs.

Likewise, Above the heights of your fear;
You see none but the courage to fight.

Below the darkness of your shadow;
You see none but the likeness of your being.

Over the traps of you ambush;
You see none but the hardwork put to it.

Under the depths of your sublimes;
You see none but the reflection of your aura.

Above all, you see the greatness of your desire.
Above all, you see the want in your heart.

~Archie Agarwal

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