You left in June.
As I sat at the windowpane
I made my fingertips
run after the raindrops
on the glass.
But they ran faster.
(Full poem in the caption)

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(continued in the caption)

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A blank sheet is like
a voiceless tape
where I want to
put some songs-
happy or sad,
it doesn't matter.
It just has to keep
singing, until all the words
from my lungs have died out.

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(Full poem in the caption)

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Don't make homes out of people
who take you as a seasonal abode.

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Of what we could have been⁣
and what I am yet to be⁣
I stand somewhere in-between:⁣
Straight; ⁣
dry skeleton of memories.⁣
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"... atleast my daughter would know the history right."

•full poem in the caption•

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In the game
that your mind plays
of feeling too much
and feeling none,
my heart looks out
from the dark corner
in hope.
...
Another tale
of despair told.
And the one to be blamed?
Never you.

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If Kindness Was a Person

... And she turns numb
every time she sees
clothes torn apart to shreds
under street lights
by demons under human masks
digging into human flesh.
(Read the full poem in the caption)

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If only we could expose our souls to people like we do to pen and paper.

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