//Fading Presence... //


I was compared secretly,
With your muzzy love for him,
Reading lines that I shouldn't have,
My eyes were wet, and heart went dim.


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I don't miss you much,
Until the wind titillate my hair
And when my eyes can't locate yours to pair

I don't miss you much,
Until i Titter without a reason
And at the dark when quilt calls for you in this winter season

I don't miss you much,
I really don't, Until I look at my rugged hands,
And feel the absence of your Silky broken hair strands

I don't miss you much,
Only Until I gaze upon the stars at night,
and quietly hear the scream inside me of the going on fight.

I don't miss you much,
It's until I close my eyes and imagine your smile,
As the Darkest night's loneliness slowly grips.

I don't miss you much,
Until someone asks me about my blankness
And I find myself stuck to choose between your arms and darkness.


No, I don't miss you much,
Until I catch myself lying,
that I don't miss you much.

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Now you're choking on your tears and you can't breathe,
Cause all the pain is coming at you like a stampede,
I see you hiding your scars with that long sleeve,
And even after all of this, you still feel you can't leave.

I know you stumbled,
Your Pains mumbled,
And The heart slowed down ,
When last hopes jumbled.

But don't go changing who you are to fit a man's needs,
It's not fair I know it isn't right,
As the end of the day is also never bright,
But you were meant to shine please don't dim your light,
Just live your life.

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( When You Were Gone! )



I was trying to find you in the silence,
And also in the mellow music,
Music which had an imprint on our memory,
My life turned into a state of mourn,
When you were gone.

When you were gone,
Amid chatter and claps,
I missed your fingers brushing on my shoulder.
In the middle of the night with an unnatural heartbeat,
I found pieces of you in every song I listened to,
which were stored in the special folder.


I found you in the gentle morning rays of the sun,
And in the trails of my crumbled quilt,
When tired my soul became and I closed my eyes,
Then I found You in myself and eyes staring at dawn
When you were gone.

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He found so much beauty in the dark,
Similar to lot of brutal horrors in light.
Simple it became as he grew more cold,
To neglect all the wailing eyes in sight.

But His destiny bowed down to her beliefs,
As she stepped more into his life,
Just as the soft rays of sun piercing through the broken cracks of an abandoned house engulfed with darkness,
Burning an age old internal strife.

Keeping her close as his passion and endeavor,
His eyes wanted to trap her forever,
But he had to leave as he have some duties assigned,
With a strong wish to come again and go back never.

He thinks of her eyes when he sees the clock,
Time gazing him slow with moments of her in mind,
Whatever he does now is just enough to live through,
Waiting for the juncture to smile again, often echoes her giggles that remind.

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Doubts...

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And when you were once called a beautiful broken star,
You thought you'll shine the brightest again,
With Nothing left to be affirmed as a scar.

But then you realise you're not that beautiful broken star anymore,
Only a broken star now,
With scars being scratched unintentionally,
And elements queried that once seemed desirable.

It created doubt in you that why you broke at first,
Why you fell into the trap of life,
When you knew delivering pain is its thirst.

Now you are alone in the sky,
Collecting your fragments to look perfect,
Failing miserably but not giving up,
However your soul knows that one day you'll abandon hope,
As sometimes it brings unbearable pain to cope.

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Very few fortunate people have a guardian angel in their life,
who doesn't want to be discerned in anyone's book of life
and has no desire to get something in return.

Showering love, care,
and then vanishing into the dark dense fog of destiny is what's written for them.

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Someday maybe the enemies I've made would drive by and shoot me dead,
I guess the bullet won't be bad as the thoughts going through my head,
People I used to relish once for the time being,
Later only served as a reason for affliction instead.

You won't ever know how it feels to be in my damn shoes,
Having to gulp blood of grudges and not refuse,
Better not to understand me like the way I am,
Than later burning my wounds and finding faults to accuse.

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Withered.
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