I carry the burden of my dead poetries. I am taking them to burry in the grave of my insecurities, my pain and misery. For then they will rest from where they emerged and I can move on to hunt my calm.
- Poetry corpse is a heavy burden after all.

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I will serve my demons tonight,
A cup of cafe may also be right or just a taste of goofy bites will suffice. We will snuggle and cuddle until they are just satisfied for then they will shudder and leave my corpse bleeding and hunt for a dead live human for another fight. I will serve me demons tonight one last time.

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To the days of yearning,
To the days of longing and unending jolt of fears,
You built and artified my vows unshakable, you raptured my ideas of everlasting fables.
Thank you for colouring it grey for a while; for it is always behind a nebulous storm, where the RAINBOW resides.

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Just when you feel
The universe has conspired against you,
Only then you will have
to converge all your might and wit
To bounce back and force the forces to shine your way.

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Boom, bang and cling; the finest saucer set crumbled into chunks.
"How could you be so incautious?"
pierced through the ears.
"I am sorry", came the reply.
"Oh c'mon! Aren't you aware that the girl's parents are coming to meet you, His father replied in a remorseful tone. I have taken so much efforts to prepare all this my son". Yes daddy, you are the best he said; while lamenting and picking up the broken pieces of the saucer and the patriarchy!

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But, how do you fill the void, which is surmounted on the heap of your insecure skin studded with dry lies you have told yourself umpteenth time? How do you brace your hollow being every morning while peeping into the mirror?
Darling; How?

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I surrender bits of me while wandering in the woods; dark and aghast, But I feel the rebel pieces of me are still hostage to the rays of light pouring in.

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A poem crawls upto me
every night as I am all set to
dream of my dreams
lies beside me encaging
every curve and loop of my soul,
For I spend the entire night
adding and subtracting verses
till I bake scrumptious bites.
At the crack of dawn
I glance at the work of warmth
created overnight
It looks back, smiling
that's when it is ready to rest on
convivial pages of my dairy kept bedside.

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When you decide to bloom
make sure you have the best soil beneath you and the downpour from above all set to nurture you with empathy. And you shall become the finest flower in the orchard.

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She swam across the fierce ocean of tears and fears,
Stumbled upon rusty shores
tornadoes brewing beneath while skies seemed clear.
The sun came shining to feed her light and all the might,
shedding the chills she slept under the sun only to wake up and gambol with giant waves that came near.

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