Swung the metre, state the artist,
Praise of causes, fate of tumbling wrist,
A sword that reckons, the reckless arc,
A shield that is reckless, with its slaughtered mark,
The sore of face, hiding the searches,
A search for a march, troubling the lurches,
Worry of the warrior worries the battlefield,
The hurry of the carrier urges the rice field,
A herd of hurt, hearing the noises,
A wreck of feed, wearing the poises,
No one but the needy is questioned,
Thousands of reasons cure that he didn’t mentioned.

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THE STORY OF WIND AND THE ROOF;
Waves of sage’s, stucking the roof,
Variable forces,finding the proof,
A worry of gust spreading for hate,
A hurry of bargaining wishing to be late,
Just waves, concealing the truth,
Counselling people,yielding to Ruth,
Talkies blaring, the unsung song’s,
Rooftop snores fearsome tong’s ,
A hail of all the tries, weaving scars,
Questioning why’s,…..
Waves come with windy glow,
The face becomes red and fiery blow,
A facet to accept, a fact to slay,
Intensive thinking and slow play.

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POSSIBILITY STORM!
A belief in my eyes,
Snore my flex of existence,
A pile of hope in my heart,
Store my bliss of self-confidence,
A wave of impossibilities,
Starving my journey,
A possibility storm,
Engulfs me to slave early,
A shyness in my words,
Don't explain my state of mind,
A cleansed happiness,
Don't let my brain rewind,
Starring at the success,
An aspiration for my chart,
Carving to excellence,
An inspiration that I fought,
The innocence that I had,
Didn't protect my honour,
The false hopes that I had,
Don't glade me rather,
A storm of possibilities,
Come in a weed to meet me,
A hope in my journey,
Probably, starved my mercy.

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7 SPELLS OF MY SORROW:

A burden of threats,
A scream of regrets,
A dream to last,
A phase that forecasts my past,
A sore, at the bay of that shore,
A truth, that was coated in painful
Pieces of uncharted four,
A tongue to tell, A heart to bear, A spell to tell but not to fear.

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30.18.9:30
Wise with voice,
Wisdom in his every breath,
Verdict pieces of advice,
An intelligence to theft,
A sigh of pleasure,
A joy of creed,
A leaf with greenery,
A wise man who succeed,
Whining my words, shiver my face,
Whenever I remember him,
I literally pour down my hands,
And I forget my ace,
A creepy regret baffled in my mind,
I lost a gem of thoughts,
Which further, I will never find,
A mind with flaws, A flashback of pain,
Gave me a heartbreak,
Which further, I couldn't explain,
My wise man fills my cracks with shatters,
Shatters of gleam, radiance of hope,
Giving me confidence, A lense to the Pope,
In the corner of my heart,
Resides his presence,
Moistness in my eyes,
Explains his absence.

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“COME CLOSER”
Nowhere, this is gonna worse,
Crucial affairs wanna turn,
Turn the pages of life,
Recreating the sorrows,
Reminding the serious borrows,
Tackling a chance to embrace,
Wearing a worried disclose,
Touching the corner of my heart,
Battling the journey of hurt,
Place the peace at high virtue,
Teasing the claims at sigh curfew,
Places a long journaled phase,
Hailing the wonders of this craze,
Take me to rest of trash,
Reply my anchor,
With apologies for the harsh,
Bend me like borax,
Hold my hand,
And piss my thorax.

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One day, on the path of love,
One day, at the intersection of streets,
Write my name on your palm like this,
On your name, my name.
Then, abandoning formality,
Bowing down with a gaze,
Keep your head on my shoulder.
“O” Life...
Tell me something, “O” life.
Our address, oh,life.
Tell me something, “O” life.
Our identity, “O” life.
In a night full of stars,
Our letters will be read together.
The page that was left blank that night,
A trembling hand holding it.
You complain a little,
I'll complain a little too,
But don't be angry.
“O” Life...
Tell me something,”O” life.
Our address, “O” life.
Tell me something, “O” life.
Our identity, “O” life.
I am where you are,
Wherever I look, there you are.
The language of love is you,
You are my heart's prayer.
Fidelity on the lips is you,
The sight, the atmosphere is you.
You are the tranquility of the heart,
You are the healing of the soul.
“O” Life

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PARTICULARITY


A way of particularity,
Holding my breath,
Toughing my senses,
Stealing my wreath,
Featuring my thoughts,
With a blink of past,
Thrusting me down,
To remind that bow,
To reminisce that low,
The alter reckless tow,
Drowning me down,
To ensure my obsession,
Feeding my toes,
To shore my accession,
Does my tongue bleed?
Is the question of that particularity,
Did I still remember that,
The sore of my dawn,
Eyes, whooping to tell that lawn,
The lawn of sorrow,
That we had together,
I still remember the reminder,
When I understood my leap,
The void voice, which I felt deep?

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Whole life,
We Slaugh a single path,
Tied with time,
Slide with fortune,
Whole Life,
Holding a breath,
Just searching for comfort,
Lined with boundary,
That is weighed by sorrows,
Questioned by lies,
Remarked by our whys,
Just satisfying ourselves,
With things, that aren’t verseful for us,
Why it is like this,
The trodden path,
And it's myth,
Lost thousands of people,
And none leaves signs,
It is like a silent killer,
That engulfs greeny leaves,
Isn’t it like curse,
That takes care of us,
Like a nurse,
Blimp of taunts,
Scolding the path,
None,but a glimpsed bath.

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Ah!
There was something,
You know…
Something extraordinary,
Something pretty,
Kinda some prestigious,
Just glad about that,
Which was extremely,
Extremely usual,
Usual of pretentious memory,
That was a happening thrill,
Thrill of excitement,
Excitement of Lil Pinches,
Surrounded by bros,
Which were like therapy,
Therapy of my happiness,
Trevor of trolling in freakiness,
Ah!
Those days…
What kind of swear they brought,
Even after years of trespassed,
But I still adore that phase,
Was a kinda great phase of my fortune,
Having such a pleasured time,
With my colleagues,
Hmm…
It was just a happening,

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