भरी पड़ी हुं,अपना ज़ख़्म ही रख दो
की थोड़ी ख़ाली सी हो जाऊं
गिरवी रख लो ना मेरी ख़ामोशी,
की फिर से सवाली सी हो जाऊं ||

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I see my father in me;
and I see me in my father,
a reflection, a replica, a mirror image
Fierce, protective, a guardian angel.
a rock solid roof in a heavy dust storm,
a sky full of sunshine and familiar warmth.
a powerful protector I could have ever asked for
a room full of togetherness I could have happily
died for

Wish I could have written
a page full of rich similes or heavy metaphors
But Alas!For him, my broken
words will never be enough

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a heart full of metaphors,
will you take it/ leave it cold,
vulnerable like every trespassers did
before you
a soul made of star-ridden blackness,
will you entwine it with yours/ rethread
back into the skin scorching darkness
once it possessed
before you
a promise full of crimson desire,
will you keep it/ break it into pieces
until it draws blood out of thoracic curve
like it was bleeding, hurting
before you

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ଵାଟଭଙ୍ଗା ସ୍ବପ୍ନ ମାନଙ୍କ ଭିତରୁ ଖୋଜି ନେବାକୁ ହୁଏ ବଞ୍ଚିବାର ବାହାନା
ଏଇ ତ ଜୀବନ
ପ୍ରତିଶୃତି ଆଉ ପ୍ରତାରଣା ର ଗୋଲକ ଧନ୍ଦା ରେ ଫସିଥିବା ଏକ ମିଛ ପ୍ରବଞ୍ଚନା

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your eyes
dark, intense
i fell for it
like that burning
star with the
ground

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lonely moonlight, dressed up as a dream.
collected teardrops that looks like stardust
under its sleeve.

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at midnight i woke up,
dampened in sweat
bruising my palms with
long fingernails;
in a hope,
for i could hold onto that
taste of spring sugar you
left on my lips,
or i could drown deep
to fill that void you left
in my chest
or i could ease my throbbing
heart a little longer by singing
that song you left in my breaths

but i could not.
it was not in my gasp to reach
my overcooked brain didn't stand
a chance against that forbidden
illusion (almost real).

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color of the betrayals,
burgundy black;
i filled my blue veins with.
I washed the dirty midnight
off of the old marbled floor,
for i could bleed.

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i heard someone saying
"love is easy,
like a second nature,
like breathing"
but who told you
that breathing is easy??

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secrets i kept hidden,
burned the back
of my throat
damaging my vocal cord,
banished me from speaking
those words i loved and
loathed with a passion
until I got choked in my
own blood
so i left stains after dirty
stains
on the ivory skin of white
paper, in retaliation.

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