She is the bud in the wild
Of love scented sepals,
she glares out of her veined leaves
On this perfectly reserved night
with passionate sharp eyes.

For unlike other days
when she rose amongst the grass blades,
Cutting through the beam of the setting golden Sun
she had kept this perfect tranquil night
To blossom before the dwan's awakening

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What is more leaf-like
to a leaf on a bitter autumn eve
Than falling off a tree?

What is more sky-like
than ultimately weeping one day
after the long tiring summers

What is freer
Than existing as a human?
Hence,I want to feel human one last time

What is more human than dying?

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The weight of his gaze is tangible
Like the feaver i held in my heart

His very existence in my mind
Distorts me, breaks me apart
With constant memory
Of a once possible,
now impractical chance

This Guilt strangles me
And I deserve it

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There is no world,
Where no other man shall scorn.
So don't sail across seas,
For a place where tranquility is adorned.

Withstand the chaos,
Close your eyes , place your ears
Against the land,
And she'll whisper
"If peace had an address,
It would have lead you back,
to the exact spot where you stand."

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Icarus

You only tried to reach the sun.
Longing for her golden hair,
Defying every mortal.
But, were you too blinded by love?
To position her red rays.
As golden open arms?

And the gods called it arrogance?
Named it as a sin?
For a boy to dream wild,
To break the absolute line.
Between mortals and God?

The world just gazed.
As your young grace slipped away
like the melting wax from your wings.
And the feathers of the flocks.
perched down the sky
As if they were meant to be

As your screams cut through the sky,
your skin brushed against the wind,
And you barely feel your last breath
The sea was no more a slim blue line,
Along the endless horizon
But an old friend waiting to greet you.

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I always thought that I shall meet a person one day who shall change my life

Perhaps, I was wrong
Cause, it is just i
Who can soothe the girl
Standing in the mirror

For It was only i
Who stayed back
Battling all the grief
Teeming under my very bones

And perhaps,
It is only i
Who can allow me
To become what I am yet to be

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To speak of life
I am now just a living corpse
just the ashes
From a distinct star
that was once
So full of life

Not the one
from the remote sky
But a delicate foetus
from my ample womb
The one that has deceased
Leaving behind close grief

And I am now grieving
For not having known
Whether this grief
Is the terror of what happened
Or the pain
of what never will

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She is the bud in the wild
Of love scented sepals,
she glares out of her veined leaves
On this perfectly reserved night
with passionate sharp eyes.

For unlike other days
when she rose amongst the grass blades,
Cutting through the beam of the setting golden Sun
she had kept this perfect tranquil night
To blossom before the dwan's awakening

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If no women bleeds
You find a desolate sky
No movement, no life
Just encompassing scarcity

For When we bleed
We are the full moon
Who eye the brutal ocean tide
As faint tears flow down by

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Come back
Home awaits you
Hear her call
Like you heard in the womb

The wind and soil
Long to be seen
Come back home
They'll help you heal

Don't run away
Searching your soul
For it still roams
Back at home

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