5/3/22
We search for our places in the darkness of the firmament, in the depths of the oceans, in the fire, warming our lover's home, in the stories and myths better left untold, in the vines that grow on the cracks of a gray wall , and in everything that doesn't belong to us. We find purpose in them , a reason to live , a reason to not feel lonely when you are surrounded by many faces. While running after what isn't ours , we leave behind what has been ours all along , Our own selves. We belong to ourself , even when our mind doesn't.  Minds are wanderers , heart always stays closer....

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Somewhere between,
finding our religion in the creases
Of our lover's hand,
And a home
In the distorted castle made from sand,
There laid some unsaid syllables
Hidden beneath the land .

Somewhere between ,
Daydreaming about every mistake
you made with smile on your face ,
And those mistakes lingering at your
Doorstep , spread as a maze
There laid a wish of letting it all go ,
But somewhere u are still haunted by that phase

Ghost of every person you've ever loved
Will hold your hand in public,
Play piano in the back and laugh
While they see you falling in love again .

Somewhere in the distance ,
Farther and safer from you
There's music and art and people dancing .
Somewhere, 
You never cared to look...

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Home is not always,
Freshly bloomed Daffodils,
Or polyester blanket comfort.
It's not home at all ,
if it hasn't cradled the wildness inside of us too.

It's a person ,
we find our religion in,
Who makes us feel at home ,
even after knowing
that we have our worst sins clenched inside our fists.

Maybe it is a place,
where our prayers make their way,
But it is a where our sins were born,
A religion we call our home...

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Shipwrecks lay forlorn.
Crickets chirp on damp planks
She calls out her name ,
To the setting sun,
As the tides grew higher.
Lost girl,named herself Moon
Rose cologne ,scarred face
Angel,it appeared from distance,

(Backwards)
Angel,it appeared from distance,
Rose cologne ,scarred face
Lost girl,named herself Moon
As the tides grew higher.
To the setting sun,
She calls out her name ,
Crickets chirp on damp planks
Shipwrecks lay forlorn.

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(I) Somewhere far from the known air
That once blew regrets out from your hair,
You walk barefoot under apricot sky,
with footprints on wet sand ,you leave behind your cry...

(II) Somewhere far from dusty Windows,
That limited your vision
You hold hands with your ghost ,
And tell the sea what you fear the most...

(III) As the sand touches your skin,
And shells hit your toes,
Shipwreck remains, you discover with your ghost....

(IV) You find home in the broken,
Heart ,ships and people
Being incomplete is what makes sense to you
Maybe that's why you like it all in the blues...

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maybe life is all about
following your shadows
and realising that we always
stood on the brighter side

about touching the raindrops
with bare hands and
realising how the firmament
showers on us, its happy tears

about looking at the endless sky
how similar it is to our thoughts
and closing our eyes in serenity
to end up in the dreams
our thoughts have conjured

maybe life is all about 11:11 wishes
to know if they really are true
or disguised as hopes
for a sheer moment....

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Us humans ,
We are good at pointing
Out flaws,
And also the one
To set the laws ...
Us humans ,
We are aware of galaxies
And deepest seas
Yet not of our own heart .
Us humans ,
We Count good in others
Merely on our fingertips
And hold our own sins
Clutched into long lists
Us humans ,
We know how to love
Yet unaware that it comes with flaws
Which demand to be accepted...

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What you say , merely thrives on your skin ,but what you feel is what makes your heart go wild

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We are all good at pointing out flaws ,and merely tagging them as "communication".

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I swallowed your shadow, it never knew what you went through in the dark...

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