Every time I push away my ego
In our arguments,
It tells me that I love you the most.

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How to survive melancholy!
Its strings swirl around me,
It gives me feathers,
They drown me deep into the sorrow sea.

Tell me,
How to survive melancholy?
Its prickles pricks into my skin,
My blood lacks red,
Thus I bleed blue.

Again I ask,
How to survive melancholy!
Its words wrenched my tongue
And each murmur of mine
Carries its existence.

My breath smells dark!
I fear, sooner or later
I'll be devoured.
How could I get rid of
This murky melancholy!

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I hate him out of my hell.
I love him out of my heaven.
Both not at the same time
But different.

When he smiles, when he caresses
I love him.
When he shouts, when he curses
I hate him.

He fulfills his duties,
Those are what he think is only needed.
He spokes softly very rarely,
This is what he think is highly not needed.

His perception of our emotions and us
Is wrong and wrong.
He, with his only vision
From the same angle from his corner
Makes him feel us as wrong.

For he is gentleman for the world
He is for us too.
He may harsh or smooth, whatever!
I hate him out of my hell.
I love him out of my heaven.

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I fear of prejudices
Which stains my pride in black.
I did nothing to look high,
Nor I say a thing to be a sigh
In those eyes eager to shatter
Everyone's pride.
So,
I fear of prejudices of all eyes.
Being scared, I am suffocated.

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I have come a long way in hope of
a comfortable stay. I have reached nowhere,
but my days have passed.
My bones and flesh are tired,
willing to go nowhere.
I told them, "You must move ahead".

They replied,
"We will surely. But,
support of the one who catches our vibes
will fill us with ecstasy.
Then, we would move happily
rather than tired."

— % &

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I have come a long way in hope of
a comfortable stay. I have reached nowhere,
but my days have passed.
My bones and flesh are tired,
willing to go nowhere.
I told them, "You must move ahead".

They replied,
"We will surely. But,
support of the one who catches our vibes
will fill us with ecstasy.
Then, we would move happily
rather than tired."

— % &

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Grandchild : Have you ever fallen in love?
Grandma : Yeah!
Grandchild : When? And with whom?
Grandma : When I woke up and saw your grandfather today. Everyday, I fall in love with him.
Each day, a new love day.

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If someone says,
"I won't fall in love, because it isn't real".

Then, I would say,
"You haven't met the right person yet".— % &

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You left my thoughts on no second.
How could I message you,
"I miss you."

— % &

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I'm engulfed by your thoughts.
To escape, I close my eyes;
Now you appear clearly.— % &

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