Your simple little kind of ripple
Often carrying me away
From my own rumbling flux.

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Something inside of me
Keeps telling me stories about myself,
...Stories, not yet in existence.

Maybe it's the walls
Painted with words I don't know?
Maybe it's the pages
Of someone else's falsity?
Maybe it's the shelves
Of stolen vocals?
Maybe it's the doors
Of some unknown possibility?
Or maybe it's the ashes
Of burnt moments in whiffs?

Something inside of me
Keeps moving me on
Towards existence....

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A fascinating fictional tale:
Where my words lost their Ways...
And your silences remained Quiet...

Struggling to make
Our ends
Meet...

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& You kept finding meanings
In the meaningless...
And I kept explaining you the
Meanings of the meaningful...

And we both Mastered
Hiding everything
In the plain sights
...

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My silence was
Your weapon...
Until I realised,
My words can cause
better damages...

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Look everyone with the eyes of a praiser.

And when it comes to you,
be your biggest Critique!

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Hues that ablaze the dark clouds...
As I have an affinity for Rains
And light bring rainbows-
Consuming me in that
perfect blend of felicity
...

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And all its magic
Span around those wondrous dreams, the tooth fairies, wishing upon the shooting stars, the 11:11, & all the dandelions, pennies, santas, the birthday wishes and what not...
Yes! The nights are and
have always been-
All magical.
...

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Let us escape to
A handful of everything!
....To a handful of
A strange grace.
Let's escape
With a handful of 'Me'
& With a handful of 'You'...
Let us escape to
Mountains of 'Us'.
...

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Raining love...
Soaked in
Unending dreams!

A shape of mere existence,
it seems,
is the shape of
Divinity!

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