All the colours merges to blue.
Blood get clotted on your face,
Become purple with your adverse opinion.
You can't lie to yourself everyday.
A mask of love or fog of hate,
You bound to choose one.
Hit it with chandelier of light.
That never been commet of your wishes.
Straight line get curved with gravity,
A massless you also mingle to productivity.
Wait,wait,be there.
Watch others fall.
A weak shackled step,
Shiny tweezers of sharp razors,
Winning move belongs to your free will.
It's a story of you,
Journey of a wicked woman.
How can god be a dictator?

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Happy Birthday to the person with whom I secured & secluded my 20 year old persona.

(READ IN CAPTION)

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It takes a lot of courage to survive
With a aching heart.
So acquainted with the pain,
But you discovered again & again
Wound are so fresh,even still alive.
It takes a lot of faith on ownself
To loose your most spontaneous poetry
To a person whom you loved to your serenity
But you had never been get back.
It takes a whole world to keep your words
Not to loose yourself to just be the one of the rest.
No matter whether you can be slashed into half.

Yesterday you did a great job my girl.
You had been courageous,
Spontaneous,loveable & kind.
Still you are awake today.
You are awake to break free the the cage,
You have made with your past.
It will take a little more courage & trust.
A little more determination
A little more pride.
A little more of you.

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Congratulations to that girl
Who can slowly poison you to the death.
She knows it hurts her
when They leave.
Wounds are there to live.
Ever.forever.
But pain vanishes with that poison.
The poison of freedom
With each weird words.

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Trash file of our life
Consisting untouched small moments,
Small commitments,
Get revived again
When you try to find the you
Within a long forgotten you.
That you may win every race
Among the bunch of chaps,
But lost the match with ownself.

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To the all lost songs
of my life,
Let me make you know
I always stood there for you,
Without a single indecisive moment.
I had flaws.
I still have flaws.
I am on a self explanatory journey,
To recognise the evil pattern
Of my brittle nails.
It's never been out of morality.
Only a sheer conscious choice,
To live a sensible
Yet simple life.

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A smile,
Short lived
But
Makes a curve
Of your lips.
A hope,
Lingers within
Makes you feel
Alive.
You are there
Truely,
In that breeze,
In that moment,
They are only
A PINCH
To awake you...

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I heard a story
Of
Black hole
Which engulfs the dust.

But they witness
The story
Of
A dust
Which struggled
before,
getting engulfed...

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I hurt myself with infinte spike of delta function before hurting yourself...

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We are all trying to fill a void with void itself...

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