My Bandages were Red that day ,
Stabbed by the hands , I begged to stay .

Left the Soul to decay , in all gray.
That was the Toll , I had to pay.

My Bandages were Red that day .

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Bartered the pieces of my soul , I could never Reclaim,
Suturing the tattered version of it now but All in Vain.

Ran towards the Glimmers , that promised Grace,
But Shadows met me in their place .

The last fibres of that Fraying rope,
Held the Fall but not the Hope !

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Reading the letters from the Graveyard,
Yearning for the version of me , I used to be .
Shaped by that buried Agony,
And the wounds that dont even bleed !
Still I smile , with a mask carved in Blasphemy !

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Walking on the trail that seems Infinite
Along with the Shadows that whisper the Plight ,
Beneath the mask that conceals the Fright,
That soul still dares to Stride .
Sitting with the ghosts it used to Hide .

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Rescuing the Abandoned,
Left in cold, the heart unhanded.
Mourning the grief, dancing to that Eulogy,
Weaving and braiding Melancholy into Poetry !

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Unlearning the Echoes.
Endearing the wretched Quiet.

The Echoes have sculpted a stranger in the stead.
A scar etched by the words unsaid.

Unveiling in me the shades of Blue.
With a mirror of The Me I never knew .

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अफ़सोस वो जद्दोजह रही नकाम,
आख़िरकश लकीरों में ही था उस तशनगी और आरज़ू का अंजाम !

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In this still of the night,
With that shaking starlight,
Walking on that perennial trail,
This ethereal heart is enduring to unlearn the weight,
With an effort to heal that tattered soul.
Hoping for it to be whole !

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Gathering the Remnants and Wreckage ,
From the ashes of dismantled Yearning ,
Weaving Strength from the Fragmants !

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Patience and Unfathomable Melancholy is the price to pay for a Road less taken
Where the dreams lay shaken!
Seems The Promise had been mistaken!

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