The moment I touch the pallet, colours disappear
only the night sky remains.
And I stop.

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Words don't come easily to me.
Always a step behind.
Running, chasing, gasping
Trying to catch them.
The moment I stop to pick a pen they run away a thousand miles ahead.
Trying to paint a painting
The moment I touch the colours, they disappear only the night sky remains and I stop.

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Leaving but it lives
Never talks about betrayal but
I bet it's real.

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Turn back where everything is I know or move forward where everything is telling me no.

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There's always a flower
To the roadside
But only a flower for a while
Be it summer, monsoon or a
prickly winter
There's always a flower beside a
long road
Alone
(Read in caption)

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We
Met, loved, lost.
Found ourselves as gravestones facing each other.

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Crimes.
They are the shrine of crimes
Of lives that crumbled a flower.

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I will finally let my soul see the world.

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Russian roulette is played
But only on you
On the first or the last
But you'll die

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Light as a feather
But impact heavier than the boulder
Your words cut clean like a scalpel
but bleed like a thousand wounded

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