I could pour out my heart,
and it'll be nothing but a black hole,
my ungratefulness and cluttered soul.
I could write a haiku,
but gravity would crush my voice,
solitude and isolation the only presented choice.
Words that come out of my mouth,
often fall like leaves from barren tree,
puts fire in the tsunami ridden sea.
As the blackhole sucks me inside,
no scream would be heard,
as saving someone lightyears away would be absurd.

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Trials, triggers and turmoil which hit me,
Failures who keep following me,
Words that never got out,
Words that ever left my mouth,
All haunting my sleep and day dream,
Tears which keep falling even when I try not to scream.
Where to go when the world keeps cussing me,
rights and wrongs keep messing my brain from up and below,
Do I even have the right to complain?
When I am the top critic of my life's show.
I've left my innocence somewhere in the rush,
My only treasure died from my touch,
How do I find colors again?
When I am drowned in my own disgust and disdain.
Smeared in rotten logic, ego and aggression,
Butterflies keep dying from my obsession,
Neon lights stranded me alone,
In storm and serenity I'm on my own.

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At night when every color is trapped,
All that left is black and some lighter shades of black,
Peaking through a see through sheet,
All alone, unknown and incomplete.
Dead being murdered in sight,
Hope left behind in the faint light,
All to carry is nothing but some dust,
Fallen from heaven, my faith and my trust.
Try catching a star or two,
Put them at the highest of your nightsky view,
Tokyo is falling at my feet,
Tired and lost, wailing at its own defeat.

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And if I were to die today,
I would embrace death with open arms,
If the sky was meant to fall this moment,
I hope you get buried in the sand of stars,
If the earth devours everything when you're asleep,
I hope you'll love me the same in the next life.
Why were neon lights always running away from us?

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Stars in my clear sky,
Cost of new dream took my peace,
Faint stars in new sky.

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So scared to get out of my fantasy,
tears on crumbled smile's mystery,
And while neon lights falls on reflected shadows,
innocence dies at the sun lit meadow.
It's a mourning in Tokyo city,
all imagination has been found guilty,
Beheaded by statistical logic,
guillontined by the experienced knowledge.
Maybe deadly raining can help the city,
calling out Gods for recuse and serenity.
But the more it rains,
the more Tokyo gets lost in the sea.

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Would u believe me
If I tell you a million times
That I dance around a hundred butterflies?
Coloured world of mine, shines
Smells and tastes like a sweet wine
I rather prefer to see my dream
Wide awake, than to sleep
Smiling & serene the dream seems to tend
But a sunrise, is always the end
Would u believe me
Fireflies from the owl city, I say
Make stars in my room, while I lay?
Midnight is the hour to reach moom
A boat, alone i, sail to the space
& everytime I see an elf dancing in a case
Then I sleep tight till the noon
Would u believe me
If I tell u, tons of bugs
Come here only for me to gimme hugs
Memories were trying to escape far
So I kept them in a sealed glass jar
Extraordinary & wondrous place
Only me with I, can make every second a thrilling chase.

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It's the quietness of a storm,
mind is so empty now,
we've been leaving behind,
some traces of innocence,
only to be caught up by,
unbreakable embrace of anxiety.
How beautiful is this magic,
to let us know,
we mistook excitement as apprehension,
and pills of logic and sense,
to guide us through,
our sudden surprising mistakes.
An afternoon nap,
to be motivated again,
in the times of helplessness,
why should I fear standing alone,
when I feel my heartbeat,
in the adventurous waves of solitude.
Open to the vast open blue sky,
leaving our homes, only to be back,
we'll be young forever,
taking messages,
useful or useless,
throughout our happy lives.

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I am at the verge of my insanity,
drowning in the goblet of madness completely.
Ringing of a marriage at the church of death,
you may hang yourself near the rose in other breath.
Predicting the unpredictable
annihilation of the moon light's ballad in moon's fable.
Heads in the air by the reaper's cruelity,
incarnation by the star's generosity.
You've inherited madness of a hatter,
your journey to end is not anymore a concerned matter.
Born in the shabby streets of poverty,
Your life's meaningless and barren,
hanging between heaven's mockery and atrocity.
Let's see if we can break this prophecy,
finale of some philosopher's philosophy.
Probably the end is far for this satirical summer,
Till then, let the world witness
This story of a murderer.

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Wandering alone in Tokyo nights,
Losing insanity in the neon lights,
Where raindrops falls without the rain,
And yellow sun shines in the slum lane.
Holding onto my age of eighteen,
Losing my stars in the blue sky's scream,
Where I forget my voice for sometime,
And you forget your name during the pure crime.
Lonely tower in the city of crowded liquor,
Reflection of cars in the waterlogged mirror,
Where cameras are left behind in the mass,
Losing fireflies in the forgotten green grass.
One more chance of this exciting journey,
Sleeping peacefully under the moon's mercy,
In search of some concealed piece of sanity,
Tired of thoughts, I wanna lose my insanity.

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