Is it worse,
to feel everything deeply,
Or,
to feel nothing at all?

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I detest it,
whenever you do this to yourself.
Whenever you sit alone in the dark
doing nothing,
or you don't sleep enough,
or you get paranoid,
or you aren't interested in any activities,
or you just remain idle,
or you talk to yourself,
or your annoyance gets triggered
by smallest of things,
or you sound so feeble
that it breaks my heart
to hear you that way,
or you get so aggressive
that it scares me away,
Whenever you become this,
I detest that.
You were already aloof
but when you become this it seems
you're distancing yourself more,
and you're going back in that
dangerous territory from before.
I don't want you to do that to yourself again
what you did once not so long ago.

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houses made of notebooks,
shadows in candle light,
dresses and dolls,
mornings and midnights,

stars of velvet,
cuckoo's songs,

the doodles,
the melodies,
the rhymes,

the stories,
the worlds.

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Amidst an apocalypse,

You're either frantic,
Or
You're numb.

Or
You're
strategizing
to
survive.

But the adrenaline rush,
the painkiller,
wears off,
far too soon...

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The angel bound
beholds the fading light;

the shroud of spectres loom,
the wings of Faith clipped,
the shards of hope scattered;

and yet left behind is,
the fourth phase,
and soft whispers,

of the dying symphony.

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Groping the walls
in the dark,
trying to find
my way,
I wonder,
if it's
a tunnel
leading
towards
light,
Or
is it
in fact a
prelude
to an
abyss?

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hearken! the tinkling of wind chimes intensifying;
I feel the zephyr caressing my skin,
now a gusty gale;
I see the sky yet only overcast,
thundering, lightning;
The drizzle has turned into,
incessantly pouring rain;
The shelter ain't for us to stay,
but it is to provide the required reprieve;
Hand in hand,
step by step,
we'll move,
through this turbulent twilight.

-

Perhaps sometimes,
it is better to make that mistake and learn,
rather than continuing to ponder,
whether it would be a mistake or not.

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My eyes seeking,
something unknown;
In wonder,
desperate and yearning;
I keep stumbling,
in directions,
that may not lead me,
where I need to be.
"Straighten up, O little one!
See the streaming sunlight.
Follow your heart's instincts,
but let Reason be your guide."

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Pit-pattering rain,
Thunderclaps, jittery nerves,
Lubb-dupp, my heart thuds.

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