You crack jokes
as if doing so was
a side hustle.

I glue each of
its pieces together to
broadcast my reality.

We are not
the same bro.

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More often than not,
the space between
devotion and inconsistency
is taken up by vulnerability -
a defamed initiator,
a permanent outcast.

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She wears her kajal
a bit thicker
on some days
so that her tears
can comfortably
make a quiet exit.

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Fate forbids you
from being
my routine;
so I'll let poetry
make you,
my habit.

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Why must life,
bless Happiness and Her
with the same
ill-fated relationship shared
by Magnet and Wood?

Why must this longing
be so repulsive in proximity
but so enchanting from afar?

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that welcomes
my exasperated soul
with open arms.
The weight of those
long hours on my feet,
the blows on my arms and
my heavy-eyed blank stares;
all of these fade when
I can wrap your leaves
in cursive patterns of
blue, black or multicolour.

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Detachment
is the toughest
and the most
constructive
remedy to
loneliness.

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Maybe liking someone
is nothing but a way
of telling them,
'I see you' and
'I want to be seen by you.

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The problem isn't
with the roots but
with people's insistence
to stay buried.

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Blue - a word so unfairly
draped by melancholia.
Blue for me has always been
the innermost part
of my heart's flame -
alluring, unyielding, ignitable;
all that is deemed discreditable.

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