Sometimes I feel like I need an escape.
Her heart is where my peace belong.
These consequences of severance, hard to bear.
The hole of despair too big to be filled.
All I need is her company to fulfil my abandoned thoughts, to regain my composure, infact to reincarnate myself.

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Praising her isn't less than a poetry either!

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Have you ever been alone?
This world like a dark room.
Trapped inside the walls of insecurities.
Wanted to move out of miseries.
Wanted to revolutionize the thoughts of displeasure.
But the cage of resentment refraining my will.
Circumstances against elation and thrill.
Perhaps it's pre decided and I can't change my fate.
Not a polite conversation but a serious debate.
It's hard to live with the burden of such hate.
Emptiness insofar, a need to sedate.

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They say we die only once.
Ask a poet, he dies quite often.

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Under the burden of society, her growth retarded.
A fragile soul molded into a statuette of despair.
Unable to express, paralyzed by fear.
Blown by pain, stabbed by terror.

The rush of adrenaline, little frightened, it appeared.
But the eyes still reflecting hope,
justifying her strength.
After all the torment and the agony, still holding the capacity to revive.
She's the mark of respect, praise and pride.

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Sometimes I miss her.
Sometimes I miss myself.
It's prolly I'm lost.
It's prolly I'm not me anymore.

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The darkness, the night of remorse.
Emptiness Insofar, the broken heart.
Memories and the repentance, knocking the door.
The helplessness, infirmity, this tiredness though.

Perhaps the night of grief and I lost a part of mine.
Emotions being vicious, merciless this time.
The state of imbalance and those tears flowing through my eyes,
That struggle with pain, regretful vice.

What's literally with aphorisms, those old beliefs.
Everything could overcome, resulting relief.
There's something hard to explain, perhaps the grief.
This poetry not explaining details, but brief.

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From standing apart to sitting together.
That first move to communicate, a strong endeavour.
Neither accounting acceptance nor considering rejection.
That obnoxious comprehension walked away now.
This gameplay of time, in my favour somehow.
It's appreciable how my fate standing by my side.
It's time for disclosure, a no to confide.

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रो रो कर मुस्कुराना सीख गया हूं |
अपने दुख को हंसी से छिपाना सीख गया हूं ||
क्या करना किसी का सहारा लेकर |
बिना सहारे जिंदगी बिताना सीख गया हूं ||

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Dead in my mind, Halo over my head.
This everlasting pain, I myself bred.
Driving my expectations, anxiety being stoplight.
Exaggerated thoughts, vivid and effectively bright.
Darkness dominating the visuals, apprehension and fright.
That's how it went, that scary night.

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