Write about me
he said-
for what's the use in loving a poet
if they don't make you live forever
To which I smirked and replied -
You can never love a poet,
Never as a person
for each day she is a new person venturing into new adventures
You can just ponder about me like an abstract idea!

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The only time when one is not in pain is while sleeping
But, everytime I go to sleep, I stay awake to avoid the twinge of the scavenging nightmares

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When I say I don't feel things
It doesn't mean that I don't have feelings
I mean those feelings are disappointed enough to not be felt...
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You whispered into the never ending silence of universe
And I found you a million chaos away!— % &

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The clock struck one
The eeriness of the night stepped in with silent steps
The owl hooted a note of warning
Into the neverending darkness she gapes!
For the hour of haunting has begun
The flutter of the feeble candle flame finally soared
Bellowing breathes , mucky aroma and squinted eyes is all she drapes
Her legs became leaden
She felt as light as air
But the air around felt heavy
Levitating her hollow self
She went exploring the shallows of disdain
The darkness into which she had stated is now all hers
For she is the empress of the doom
And misnomer of life.

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Once again the gurgle of the tap water
Resonated with the sobs of deep rooted pain
Stream of tears once again crossed banks of eyes
To flow down my own crushed shoulder
I found my dejected self enclasped in my own embrace
Trying to find warmth from stinging acicular icicles within
Waves of insecurities smacking hopes to clutter
Pushing all visions to dead end
It's not like I haven't thought about coming out
I have! Many times but ultimately I fluster
Call me dumb or a dunderhead
A long dreary desert of solitude wears away inside
The urge to open up but not a single soul to listen
The fear of vulnerability still gives a shudder
Such a huge World with all its population
But there isn't one for each of us(or it's just me)
Infront of whom you can vent out without slightest fear.

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They were like 31st December and 1st January
As close as a moment and as far as a year
Yet they stood together
Coz, Every beautiful poem
Need not rhyme!!

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Together ..with mutual respect or harrasment?

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Raindrops are the only remainder that clouds have heartbeat the way tears are of human heart

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Those high walls weren't there to keep the whole world out
The owner was just particular about who was invited back.

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