I managed to wrap my grief
In the hues of hollow consolation
that our paths would meet
in crossroads of life
Where both will act like strangers
But our breaths would know

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A week long yearning
With a delightful aftertaste

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I hide in the shadows
of those illuminated conversations
Where the rhapsodies of triumph
gloated in carnivorous chivalry,
fed from futile dreams,
Thrives ;
While my unhinged self
Still loiters around
the peripheries of darkness
Captivated in the chasm
that harboured humility in scorn

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The tussles of green
In a gloom-soaked morning
Often lays bare
The thunderstorms of my random
strokes of thoughts
Whispering, those ballads
of a foregone sanctum
Whence flowers bloomed
Like careless laughter
on the slightest pretext
of promises of fulfilling sunshine

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Fragility of soul

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Often rests in those semi-lit corners
Patiently waiting to tiptoe
on those cusps of solitary musings
Often unnoticed,
Leaving a twinkle in the eyes
Or moistening them
And silently slipping into quietness
To be unheard
By the dins of routine monotony

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Lies in those vulnerable moments
Where cracks appear to be sublime
And the mosaic
A reflection of the soul-
Vulnerable, yet glued together
Withstanding, the test of time
Carving tales of agony and euphoria
on that canvas of life

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Those candid conversations
When the night stretched into mornings
And the day into twilight
and then into night
Where the laughters didn't halt
at the sorry state of affairs;
Mostly intense, rarely insipid.
Yet the tides turned
Now they form a bright spot
In an otherwise black canvas

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The whole of 'me', a part of 'us'

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those creases of lips
that often quiver
to swallow those chasms
of unpigmented hollowness

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