I cease my breath, and halt my pulse
On the crossroads, I see my clutch.
It's been a journey through the hills
With consistency being my pill.
Seeing the passersby, deviating from my side.
But, all I see is that peak,
About which none to I speak!
Soon, the clouds will subside
And zenith will arrive,
Giving me a glimpse of all that was derived.

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One day, you will stop tentatively
to look at your own life.
Composing yourself to have,
An obligatory glimpse
Of the past, the present and the future.
Retorting and beaming at your own self.
'How long have you dealt?'
And that's when you realise it's what they call "growth"!

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Scrolling down my contacts,
I just see strangers with memories.

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I saw you in the crowded room
and I ran towards you.
Leaving all my anxieties behind.
This is it. This is what I have always wanted.
Nothing's more solicitous than those arms you hold me in.
Was it a coincidence or a guidance?
I still ponder on that.
Oh dear!
My eyes rest in this impeccable silence,
considering your silhouette to be a tonic.
Oh!
Holy incarnation you just fill me up with hopes to cope everyday!

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All the lights red, I slide into my bed.
It's ticking ,bringing out this tsunami of emotions.
Is it the beginning or the end?
Do I need to mend myself
Or do my ways have to bend?
There's life outside my window
Still, yet so moving.
There's moon and there are stars
So close, yet so far apart.
Either shining on their own times
Or waiting to be concealed
By the Helios,
Whom all of thee hail!
I know my thoughts are gaping, yet so frail .
I appear frilled, but at heart so grilled.
Or maybe I am draped,
In the world so shaped.

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Let the winter pass,

Like an unhindered cold wind.

Let it petrify and unwind your beliefs
"cold and dark",

Unworthy of what you worthy of!

Let it take away your achievements
and identity, because you
are nothing.

They say, "it will pass, because
time is the biggest healer".

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Heart may be guilty of romance!
But the mind is culpable for all the envisions!

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Sitting in my porch,
seeing all the shining dews,
my heart fills with remorse
for all the years yearning.
1...2...3... we celebrated all,
pent .. we parted in the fall.
1....2...3..again I took the call,
sept... you followed Mon.
Now its an 'emotionless emotion' , in which I am stuck... maybe you too!

Asking the abominable snowman to navigate,
to all the reasons that made me anomalous,
outside your gates.

1....2...3 it again marked!
but, now, I am camouflaged with dark.

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Chestnut tree,
Camouflaged stories,
Olive face,
Grounded life!

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Reality breaks my heart,
So I find refuge in words.

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