How elegantly she used to look
with her starry eyes,
Like trying to give shape to the world
with her worthy tries.
Her heart was the place,
where all the secrets can be traced.
And the empty room of the mind
Where one can listen to
the echo of her intentions kind,
Where one can feel the warmth of the fire,
Burning her from inside,
Pushing her to go higher n higher,
And breaking the chain,
Which was used to bind her,
To make her lost on an unknown lane...

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And she was happy
With the dream of having you
Sometimes it becomes her nightmare
And sometimes a beautiful story
                                         to declare,
Losing anyone wasn't her fear,
But losing the existence was the reason of
                                         occasional tears
With every person, her boundaries were shrinking
And she started running from her identity,
                                             her own emotions.
Tearing the pictures and erasing the marks
But running from all those was
                               indeed an arduous task.

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Broken from inside,
but still wanna reside.
It hurts when someone puts you down,
And you lose yourself in some unknown town
The way in the river of feeling,
We leave ourselves for healing.
Looking around for help for coming out,
But forget the fact we will hear
only our shout.

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As roses lose their petals with time,
We all are losing our attachments every day...

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Admittance reduces suffering.

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seems like the sky with no moon.

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On the verge of my death,
I was lying at my hearth.
Watching my soul coming out,
And a disturbance of someone's shout.
Echoing into my ears,
Reciting something
which he wants me to hear.
The blurry image of the surrounding,
Seems like my dying corpse was ascending.
From the broken glass of the window,
I was able to see someone's sorrow.
Staring at them made me realise
Death is something
that can leave anyone in grief,
Fear of getting perished.
Although it's a rule of nature,
But still, it's tough
to have that endorsement.

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Every typical day
Your recalls block my way
Making a loud noise
And raises my inner voice.
At the nerves culmination,
It cultivates a sensation.
That goes deep inside my heart,
And rejoins my shattered part.
Your elegant smile with an intenser attitude
Takes my feeling to great altitude.
The things which were my expectation,
Happened with such an exception.
The surrounding seems to tease me,
Calling my obsession crazy.

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The reason I dance in the rain,
As always it hides my pain,
The falling droplets match my tears,
Feels like eye-getting hurt by spears.
The raining clouds give me power,
To ascend the perilous bloody tower.
The rhythm made by the rushing droplets,
Became my hymn for taking continual steps.
The cracking sound of thunder
Stimulates my brain and nerve,
To articulate what I feel,
To show the hidden zeal.
The haunting weirdness of darkness,
And the cravings for losing awareness,
Is ruining me from inside,
Like a river of sorrow flowing by my side,
From going back in time through memories,
And making the future by fantasies.
Became my purpose to dance in the rain,
As it endorses all those who are in vain.

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As the sun heats up the ground
The air begins to break down the bounds,
Producing the waves in the quiet water,
And making the sand scatter,
Rushing between the clouds,
And forcing them not to walk in the crowd.
Gently whispering through the ears,
It says something which it wants us to hear,
The wind symbolizes a prince,
with a chariot of horses
Sat on the throne of fluffy grasses.
Playing with the bubble,
Look like a child playing with a ball,
Ringing in the mid of dry leaves,
And eliciting a hymn which everyone cheers.
That idolizes its will to be free.
As the sky embarks to darken,
The wind feels it's time for getting quiet.
Slowly putting their horses on rest,
He prepares himself for another infinite chase...

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