though you'd wilt,
you still would be left
with the honour
of making someone smile
and admire you.

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Manicured plans, crystal clear feuds,
ever longing desires flick incessantly
everywhere the same black mist hides,
neatly folded under abrupt intoxication
armoured with colours, yet the depth soaks everything,
keen to scribble magic amidst surrender,
stiffening defences, willing to plunge and
hover till its wings brush contempt,
in spite the love for its fiend.

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Honey lips
screaming blue eyes
made the night sky
persuade constellations
to take a break.

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I fly to places
in dreams
that my heart
possesses as
its sovenir.
dull, scratched,
but sincere
in tantalising
and grasping
one for stamping
reminiscence,
though I know
it's only for a stampede
I usually survive.

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Parallels on centre
mowing the unkempt
creating new path.

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your unsaid yearnings
whisk gently after adding
wishful turnings

Lick every froth,
to sign hope in
so I could knit rags up,
and present a new fin.

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(Read in Caption)

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imprints in places
that connect a pattern
of things supporting the ember

Scenarios slick as slime
slide through
at crucial times
are segregated for stirring betterment,
but they shy away
from beginnings.

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I put the happenings in the wildest of places to reminisce later and let their traces step into my dreams. The teeny-weeny fireflies are enough lighten up darkest of places,but I wonder what can brighten up my already pale room. Maybe a good cry would do.

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but the lights have changed.
It shines out of me,
and liquifies statements
that follow
the flows passing through
berserk routes.

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