So far I've come to know that dismal has become food for the soul,
As for body it is aspiring the death,
And here's the soul enjoying moments of poignancy.

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'Nothing' this word doesn't narrate 'situation' now,
in spite everlasting misery.'

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Far off from the dogma of right and wrong ,
Even far flung from conscious and unconscious conducts,me notifying myself that its 'you vs you'.

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And how you've gotten rid of these rotted thoughts,
Ain't you goin' to redress their ruling,
What if they are here to keep you in scuffling,
Does it make any difference?
Rather than that I've snugged them,
In the jumble I'm having somewhere in my mind...

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Joy didn't we find it a distraction to our comforting heaves of miseries,
Miseries that these remain in our close proximity...

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Which thing is giving you existential dread?
Sometimes,people and places get to be in an uproar.

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Myself? Nothing, that's the enigma,
gonna lead me to the darkest pit,
escorted with dead mind and cold...

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Its gettin complicated,
flourishing thoughts,
with their desultory manner...

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What's the worst happening,
It's all about the days and nights,
Wrapped up by lack of concerns,
And who's here getting amused by,
the discolour of time?
@dayyan

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Life is not perennial and that's undeniable,like things having quality assurance date,you born,you suffer,you die,then why don't you toss it out,Hey!you provoking suicidal thoughts,No I'm not,then at least find some meaning to it,and I found to be wild with death,you get yours too...
@dayyan

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