Home is far
so are your thoughts.


What if I think,
like you made me by finding stones?

and not those pearls placed everywhere
except our doors.

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• Rejection

You see. You pluck
my words
one by one

s low l y

from this garden.


My dear,
don't forget
to remove those wilted ones,
you asked me to save
for a change
that never came as a reason for
any season.

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I love these tricks.
Every thing
changes
as I write.
I write... I write...
I write...
and
I am right in the end.

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It's ok if you don't see
happiness,
speaking to you as much as sorrow.

Look how the sun
shines
accordingly,
by leaving and living
under
s i l e n c e.

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All I get
is solitude,
in these two places.
One on my hand
when you slip away
and in your greedy
walks,
when you break
me into poetry.


To,
words.

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I sometimes
wish
my pain to be darker
than night,
so that you all
would
never see my hand
bleeding,
when I write.

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Your words are not
just echoes,
they are mothers for
my fall
like autumn you speak
and make sure
that I fall
gracefully.

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India has to maintain copyright symbol.

Look, this country 'flag'iarised our flag.

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Too many
mind games to play in this
head strong city
and one less road to conquer my lost heart.

Even now you say
"Take it slow"?

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Don't just try
to see me
empty
if it was,
then those
back stabbed
hugs
would be far beyond
my overloaded
poemlessness.

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