"He crushed you many times,
how do you forgive him again?"

He crushed me many times
but never failed to restore me.

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Late-night Confessions:

Major worries were only because of
holding things which weren't mine,
I lost my value.
Charmed by the glossy skin and fake care,
I lost my senses.
My alky heart losing it's flesh in chagrin,
face turned with no grin.
Take me back to the beginning.
Let me get rid of this,
by clearing all the ordeals.
Take me back to the beginning.
Let me live a completely different life.

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Tolerance is a painful game,
It pulls the player for a emotional blame.
It's in your hands to play or quit the game.

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Like a feather in the breeze,
I leave from people's life.
Easily, without causing any discomfort.
I believe beauty when being in a place
where we're invited.

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The Evil visitor:-

Every day, doubt as a visitor knocks the door of my mind.
To drown me in distress.
It is so obvious when a set of close ones leave from
your life continuously, leaving without any trace.
It is so obvious when your hard-work doesn't pay off.
It is so obvious when no one is there to speak on your side.
It is so obvious when no one is there to say, 'It'll all be fine!'.
The question of doubt haunts me every day.
Doubt as the evil visitor knocks the door of my mind,
To drown me in agony;
And take away my soul.

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Majnun Laila (Driven mad by Laila):


Laila, You're my sun; you're my moon;
You're my sky and its floating clouds;
Even the pouring rain and the thundering storm.

You're the fire in my heart.
You're my mind's intellect.

And, you're my sanity and nous;
You're the soul of my words.

You're my love;
You're my breath.

And, you're my afflatus;
You're my pursuit of happiness.

Now, you're the cause of my quagmire.
You're my insanity.
You're the meaning of the scrawled scripts on the desert-sands.

Laila, you're my eternity.

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My Dream Home:-

Let my rooms be air-conditioned with your breath;
Let my walls be scribbled with your name;
Let my doors wait for your arrival;
Let my garden plants bloom out flowers that give your fragrance.
Let me just live with your aura.

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Quest of my soul
ends before your feet.

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That occasional nights,
When I break down after fights and blames.
And sank in my own trauma & fears.
When my pillows soaked in the pool of my tears.
There comes the warm arms when nobody is still awake,
even my own inmates are deep asleep.
The moon, my babysitter;
The moon, my knight in shining armour;
The moon, my only hope.

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You're not my art's muse,
My art is the product of your love.

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