I wrote the below on a whim.
So you too read it on a whim.
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I can breathe after a long time,
But with every breath I fear
I may not be on time for the next.

My pen only vents now, nothing more—
I miss those days when it painted dark.

I hope the flies fly away from me,
Knowing I am no longer a corpse.

I found a ripe fruit on the time-tree,
And Now is faintly delicious.

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It pains me to love myself.
Why do I deserve love?
Do I deserve love just for my existence?
Is love a default option that everyone should get by birth?
If love is default,
Then why do some search for it?
Why can't it be attached to us like skin and flesh?

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A rant

My eyes are burnt,
In riddles i live,
Answers i avoid,
Any form of self confrontation splits my head apart.
Those desolate places which used to offer me solace,
are now truly desolate.
I walk a path different from all humanity,
A path of turmoil , a downhill path,
A path pointed towards the bottom of the ocean.
I have lived in circles before,
I have lived in rollercoasters too,
Even in shadows i have resided,
But never have i before lived in true depths of darkness,
The burnt rings under my eyelids are gates to those,
I can't allow anyone to see through them,
I definitely can't allow anyone to reside in me.
Winter! , please come hug me,
Comfort me and calm the ranging madness that burns me,
Oh Winter!, it would be wonderful if you could close my eyelids,
For my eyes have overseen all the scorching summers that fate has thrown,
Now i want to bring down the gates of inferno to an infinite end.

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What's a sweet revenge?
What's so sweet about it?
I wonder if I can call the below lines as sweet.
A girl applied bitterguard lipstick
To inflict bitterness into her boyfriend
For leaving her alone without a call for one whole day,
I wonder what part of the bitter taste turns sweet when they kiss.

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To live,
Is to breath.
To love,
Is to fall.
Fall towards the sky,
Let your feet gently lift into the air,
And move closer to the endless sky,
Feel the gush of wind brushing against you,
Let the earth below your feet get smaller and smaller,
Lift up your head and keep falling into the sky ,
There's nothing to catch you,
But there's nothing to stop you either.
Keep falling and falling
Falling and falling
And falling
And....

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In all childishness I see something serious.
In all seriousness I see something childish.
All our childish acts become solid steps of seriously important ladder in our life.
All our serious acts are nothing more than childish wishes in the reflection of larger perspective of life.
So live your life with full of childishness in all seriousness.

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How often do i speak to myself?
the count is similar to how often i delude myself.
When i keep me to myself
i am often stronger than what i am,
i am braver than what i am,
i am louder than what i am,
i am calmer than what i am,
i am sharper than what i am,
delusion, is what it can be termed.
I am always not what i am,
what i am is revealed at my falls,
when life knocks me out with it's fists.

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Idiot is my name,
sweet is my tongue,
spicy is my heart,
crazy is my brain,
All so lovely,
but the proportions of all are improper,
and solely so, I am not a proper man.

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A lake of blue is where I am laid
Tied to none, floating inside the waters
I can breathe here
I am untouched here
And that is why
I do not want to come out of this bubble.

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