Sun rays come through the pane
to be just some floating dust
Thank my good head at dreaming
I see more of them as some dancing quartz,
mimicking each of our twirls
How uncanny of this place
that it remembers us more than we do

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May we live in each other's eyes
and never in minds
For I have no energy to be out for the pearl of thought
We are now just some dead stars
in need of apostles or jury every so often
May light guide us this time
to know where we truly lie

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Never falter
To choose a paint
Dip your fingers into scarlet or something bolder
Press them against my white walls
Look as far as you can lay your eyes on
I've become too generous and my walls are too cavernous
Do as many overlaps, colours or figures
So I can look back at it and recall who I am

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Eyes of the Soul

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One, gradually I have realised how true it is to proclaim that humans are social beings. I wish I had left behind my laziness and talked about my issues with someone. Sharing my vulnerabilities with someone would've precluded me from becoming a narcissist.
Two, in certain moments, succinctly, it feels amazing to let myself feel smaller than the One. It puts me in place, towards divinity.

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•God of Change•

A world so intuitive
for me to tell,
my limbs have outgrown and so has my brain,
and no longer can it house my old self.
For how corporeal growth is a long-lost child
without the parenting of a grown mind,
but rowing against the stream of self-beliefs
is as dreadful as deadening to the pain.
But comes the wind from heaven
to sail off to the shore if you believe,
but if paddles are set aside and
your hands are left to rust,
there lands the healthiness of depression
to impel you to reborn.

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Chakravyuh

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Not always on how many windows we've, also the walls.

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It occured to me that I haven't thanked the person who believed me with eyes closed and so not looking back and forth gifted me the premium. Thank you Samhita ba. I'm not as good as many people out here yet you did this. You chose me. This memory will always be at the front seat. When I will write I will see it, when I will not I will feel it. This is more than being kind or sweet, you put your faith at stake and so it's the most precious. I will always carry it, I promise.

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Lies on plains not on brink but in a blink

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