this odour of being
this stench of existence that numbs my throat choking every breath while I cry for life
I do not long to be
I do not need to be
all that this body of mine hankers for
is air

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Millions of years later,
when I am
thousands of six feet under,
if humans still exist
and if diamonds still sparkle,
will a part of me
be able to sit on someone's finger
and finally hold light?

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Words
empty, empty, empty shells
housing hermit spirits
i hate you
even in my coherence

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with one of them
moving from one stop to another
while the other completes a full journey
we too, are born unequal
gifted with different paths
but should remember
that in the end
24 hours
and 1440 minutes
make up
the same singular day

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A plateful of nostalgia,
a cup brimming with hope
a small serving of unresolved grief
and a dessert of words untold
marinated to perfection
under the spell of time
before an a-la-cartè of memories
I say "it's dinner time!"

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Rain
(Musings)

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Worth another biscuit following after you
when you drown
even at the risk of both of you
dissolving completely.

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the last slice of bread
mouldy and stale
that you arrive at
after finishing the loaf
impatient
to finish the packet
and clear your shelf.

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She wondered, what could be worse, than not being able to grieve for the death of a love? What could be worse, than forgetting a person over distance, and not even having a memory to grieve over? What could be worse, than not being able to cry, when your heart was tearing apart, and all because the person was forgotten, and only and only love had remained.

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Grief is a shadow.
It shines in all it's glory
when you try to bask in sunlight.
A back patch pooled at your feet,
it becomes one with darkness itself.
So clever, so deft.
You barely know it's there.
And yet
when you're numb
and almost afloat
three centimeters above from the ground
it pulls you back
And thrashes you onto the ground
And you either choose to wake up
Or choose an eternal dream to dream of.

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