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There is Espresso
even in Cappucino!

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The warmth of the coffee mug...
The coziness makes me snug...

The hues of the dusk...
The skies with misty murk...

The tiny drops on the leaves...
The euphoria which one receives...

The hush on the deserted streets...
Comforting my briskly beats...

The echo of the zephyr...
The flutter of the dove's feather...

Patched up the cracks, I carried...
Rejuvenated the void, I did feed....

The peekaboo of the setting sun...
Oh honey! the dusk has just begun...

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A part of me I share...
For you to sit and stare...
A part of me is unspoken...
Dig it out before it's frozen...

A part of me is frail...
For you to set it for sail...
A part of me is hooked...
For the frisky vibes you put...

A part of me craves for you...
Not just when I feel blue...
A part of me is blended...
With the hues those never end...

A part of me isn't mine...
For you to keep and enshrine...
A part of me is yours...
To make a world of ours...

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which is pinned
to go through all over again,
no matter what chapter,
I'm dwelling in.

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It all began with the stardust,
Stardust of unvoiced voices...
Dwelling ceaselessly in rust,
Unshaped, unnurtured verses...

My musings played peekaboo,
Like shimmering stars in sky...
The feeling of déjà vu,
Went high and high...

Devoid of even a narrow escape,
My mind has become a black hole...
My flaws portraying a landscape,
with fading hues, out of self control...

The dark matter of overanalyzation
surpassed the normal matter
of unveiled phrases...
Engulfing my mind to suffocation,
With zillion atoms of thoughts since ages...

Another Big Bang Expansion!
Whirling in my head to ruin...
Oh! Darling, it's my story,
Freezing a limitless universe within...

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Why does every enchanting saga
end with a pathetic note?

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Sometimes, I feel like
I don't know who I am.
It's like doing something
I want as well as I don't
at the same damn time.
Ah! Life can't be like that
of Schrödinger's cat...

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As the sun-kissed daffodils began to droop...
The twigs danced to shape a loop...
The frail stalk uprooted from the pebbles...
But the fall caressed the withered petals...
Still, spring is cherished for a new bloom...
While fall being cursed for the murky gloom...

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That dusky lamp lightens
me more than the bright LED!

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