An ache,
A longing ,
A need ,
asking to make a phone call
and fix everything
Or just get a closure .

And dignity
holding back
For the sake of self respect .
As it knows broken mirror
can't reflect a wholesome pictures.

Uff this heart!!!heart...

Heart got love yet there dwells a pride.
A collision of hope & reality ,
Jesus fuckin chirst!!

This utter crucifixion.
This incurable hemophilia ,
It just bleeds & bleeds & bleeds..
With no intention to die.

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Like golden sunlight ,
He felt warm & familiar,
He felt solid & safe,
I wanted to cling to his shirt,
Bury my face in the warm curve of his neck,
Place my hands on the solid planes of his chest,feel the heart beats
& never let go!

He felt like home & love!!

I exactly don't know if its all he felt like or he was!!

With the shift of light,
We'll debate on the same tomorrow.

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I don't know who lives above,
What incantations it has,
But
In joy & sorrow
In chaos & calmness
In delights & despair,
In struggle & luxury

I stare at the sky!

And the vast vacuum steers
the journey of life!

I don't know who lives above,
What incantations it has,
But
It strengthens with blessings
to navigate through,to survive.

I don't know who lives there,
What incantations it has!
Utterly mesmerized,I just stare at the sky!

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Performing a slow dance with the ghost of you,
Only to watch it fade away with time ...

And all that reamains is a stream of tears,
running through the cheeks,
As the dance continues,
a lone tapping with cold feet.

Not caring about the right steps
it taps along,
For when it comes to who is right,
there's no right answer.

It's right his heart loved someone else,
And its my duty to respect that,
The only right step.

Ah love?
The murderer of youth.

Well hold on to the lies
Now kiss a goodbye.

The russian roulette

All of life is a game.

It's only right to settle for pain.
Its only right to settle with pain.

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...all of life is an art,
thriving on
blood
sweat
darkness
thriving on
thirst
beauty
starkness
thriving on
all of life is an art .

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Hot as burning cinder,
Cold as deep water.

He burnt himself to save others,
Wallowed in original sin.
Ohhh!this limitation ...

One more word,
One more breath,
One more look,
One more touch,

Exquisite & tragic
Cycling life & death again.

One more truth,
One more lie
One more virtue,
One more vice,
Running towards the abyss.

Only a thin edge there
separating & submerging
the light & the darkness.

Ahhh!to witness an end,

Stripping off of all thy beliefs,
The last trace of a man's innocence,

The truth is a sin
The sin is the truth.

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Kiss day
the infant baptized me
with its saliva.

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Beautiful & grotesque,

To think that it could stay the same,

Alike sorrow, like river ,
older than desires;

and memories as they cry & cry & cry,

Yet trying its best to find dignity in lonliness.

And to be okay with being the bottom ,

okay with being replaceable yet forgotten.

However I find this hard to do,

Trying the best to survive and see the sunrise again,

bask in the languid gold rays;

The indomitable courage and hope against all odds & timidity,

The beauty_

Even though all I have is fear

Fear that's opposite of love,

I still crave to get a taste of later.

Oh! I am a daughter of shame,

Connected to the shadows forever

What the hell is tragedy?I am.

Beautiful & grotesque.

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Between shadow & soul,
Something's thriving,
Somethings that's gonna devour ,

Something so known
yet so unknown
at the same time .

Similar to the way death relates itself
to blood,to life.

Someone has to leave first,
what are the odds?

and how have you changed your life??

©️-Pragyan Mishra
02/02/2023

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A moment so desperate to pass,

A moment that makes me so desperate,

Moments- momentary & monumental,

Making a magnanimous museum there,

Mantaining memories & menaces,

Mirroring them as some magnum opus.

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