Sensitive's never get sabotaged
can be conspicuous,
socially selectable,
or just tangible.
But never get sabotaged
Traction or attraction,
Gustation or expression,
Philic or phobic.....
But who does shallow these lines??
Words sprouted from the
growing restlessness...
Penning down scathing the emotions,
I procrastinate in the rhyme of this words,
Emotions.Dead.Dumb.Evoked..
Slowly i filter the words,oxidising the
meaningless sentences..
They condense..
It's a long way,journey, a process..
Emotions understand now
when the narrative shifts from one P to another,
Fron psyche to people..
From emotions to reality..
I break my words again..
The journey continues...

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Pretty strangers in frolic errands,
Passing by in a rhythmic unison.
It's the midsummer eve...
Soul ace,
Ask no one.
There's a bliss in one.
Not the pedestal where one in digits
appears ready to steal the show but being
one with yourself which makes you lose
so many things.
Soul ace...
Sometimes the vacuum feels a lump..
I drink the syrups of irritation
And swallow these uncomfortable waves..
Of the flashes we burned...
At the end we make peace with not what
has gone
but what has been left...!!!

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Ever tried of ruining every single pieces
just to see yourself a bit happier?
Sleepless nights with dark too bitter sip of nescafe
lying down in a dusky no where..
Horror are my stories of painful things..
Hiding the fears to tears under my smiles,laughs
and giggles on a daily basis..
Mind got collapsed..
Heart starts aching..
Hands starts holding
together to weep me..
Eyes got fresh tears..
I stand in a mind with
dark clouds of doubt
building in my cerebrum
so unclear so unfathomable..
I sink in to the hopelessness
of darkness and void
killing everything alive within life..

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In the walk of becoming best end up being worst.. hope we will cross each other path somewhere somehow on some unknown place where time don't exist....
(...may diary
19/05/21)

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From lone momemts
to hoax instincts....
Everything fritters...
The truth of my road while
Broadening my borders, Ah!
Rivers flooded my roots....
In the marble dust
of our ruins.....
Uncertainty chases
so does hope...
Some roads are better not explored....
Cause not knowing where they go
nor reaching where it could have taken us.....
Words sprouted from the
growing unease...
Penning down scathing
the emotions....
Stories of me,stories of us,stories of
all of us who lose their frequency
in changing waves...
From emotions to reality.....
I break my words again...

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From keeping us 9 months in your womb
to giving birth.
From scolding us for being mischievous
to love us beyond everything...
From rebuking our Father when he scold us
to making us understood that we shouldn't make misconducts...
You taught us how we are being loved....
Through you we understood how your love was unpriceable,unconditional,appreciable,substantial....
Thank you for each and every happiness that you gave us....
Thank you for standing beside us every nano second...
We know these words seems less to describe you,
These thank you's are less enough to define your
unconditional behavior.....
We know celebrating one specific day
for you is not justifiable.....
Then too through this piece
we wish you a Happy Mother's Day
'MAA'....
Always be the way you're....


(.....love beyond anything)

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The withering dead leaves beneath my feet
'bout the broken hope is that lie
as a memoir of the forgotten sky....
Grazing along the skin on my bones,
Words collapse into an ugly mess
"The photographs gets dusted,
and memories doom to evanescence
In a sense,we are all prisoners
of some fear,
disappointment,
We are all defined by something
we can't change...
and if they too leave midway......
Trust me!!
It will gather yourself until dawn....

(...time heals)

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It's funny right??
At the urge of finding rare one we lost the real one...
We lost ourselves there...
We doesn't even trust our instincts..
Our minds goes along with the tangent..
Importance lost..
As like priorities to self...
Doubts from beings started ruining us..
Thinking of being in the superior one we judge only and only others...rather judging self...
Keeping the voids of guiltless....
From being selfish to gross...
We stood only for ourself...

(....but mistake rises where??
our urge or else on the voids....)

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Rain ruins the phase
so does wind fades!!!

(....pretentious)

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1:44 A.M.


photos are necessary to recover the past moments....

(...wasn't a dilemma)

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