#DRY

The pillow sheet is dry today.
The lines dont rhyme that way.
'Cause Every line seems lifeless,
The words sound worthless
—But lately I realized,
How fool a boy I was,
I rhymed the verses for them
—They never valued their worth,
Seems like everything has Changed,
Or have I taken a new birth?

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They seem happy—so happy,
While I sit here in oblivion
Sipping through my watery coffee.

Should I celebrate the steps I've climbed today,
Or should I peek at them
—who climbed further away?

Just give me a minute-
Should I change my mindset?
Or should I pick up a smiling mask
Stashed at the corner of the closet?

Every attempt in vain
—to eclose through the shell I designed
Just give me a moment to breathe
—to smile for a little time.

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#I_cried

Yes, I did cry last night
—And no one saw me doing that.
No one asked me the reason why
—Rather I didn't feel the need to say that.

No , I didn't cry for the ephemeral presence
Of those I never met again.
Neither did I cry for those
Whom I had disdained in pain.
But, I did cry for that boy
whom I saw a year ago.
Who thought that his life was his worst foe,
I wish I could meet him again
Just to let him see—
that he is now stronger
than what he expected himself to be.

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She cleared a drop of her tears
and whispered into his ear-
'Can't this be reversed;
can't we stop it from getting worse?'
He shrugged and left with an open door,
Without reciting his last verse.

She slumped on the bed
And undressed her melancholy
—Tossed away the onion peels ,
Aren't u taken aback by her acting skills?

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Like the au revoir of a sunset
And a veil of clouds hiding that.
I seized a glance of the red edge,
Was it her anger;
Or her vermilion sketch?
I saw blue behind the high peaks,
Was it the drops—
She just wiped off her cheeks ?

Everything I saw and saw,
I didn't find the silver I was looking for.
May be its just a sun set,
Or may be its time to enjoy the petrichor.

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#VERSES

The verses written
On the crumpled sheet,
Are faded by the drop
— Desperately caressing
The length of the folds,
In a vain attempt–
to rub off its soul.

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It's been a fortnight
and the Sun is too lazy to rise up.
Everyday I m learning
A new meaning of being fu #ked up :)

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Shed a few tears
As long as the night lasts,
When the Sun arises
Each drop will shine;
Loosen the knot,
Shed some more tears
And soon the days will be fine.

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I will be lost you
While I tooking grammar lessons.

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Last night ,
When I sat down to write like Tagore
I saw you crumbling.
When I tried to brush my strokes like Vinci
I found you shattering.

So when you receive the letter,
Do come and visit me often,
'cause we need to match our paths together
Till the end.

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