To each a secret we keep
May be it's the answers we seek.
But, the path to them made many a weep
Even still inside the coffin we peek.

Oh it's not you but me is what they speak
Is it true or are they just that weak?
We all have our own demons under the sheet,
We are still ready to put others lives in the big birds beak.

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I am sorry my darling
I am giving you up
Not because you are not needed
Because I am too weak.
I might have killed you
I am too selfish
Now the agony burns my skin
This pain that's breaking my body
May be it's the penance for my sin.
I am sorry my darling
I gave you so many reasons
Who knew stability came with a bill
They are calling it sanity it seems
But to me it's my womanhood
That's the price
This loneliness, sadness, emptiness I feel
Its not emotional it's physical my sweet
May be it's my life sentence
For denying your beating heart.

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I saw you in the rain
Right in the middle of that busy street.
This familiar feeling
That soothes my aching heart.
Have I gone addicted to you
Or is it just a habit?
Have I been looking for you
Were you the remedy of my uneasiness?
Or is your presence
Now my cure?
Now I can spot you in the crowd
As if there is no-one else around
Your breath is all I can hear
As if the other voices around me have been muffled.
How is it that only you can stop time
Or am I stopping it to appreciate you
Just a little more?
It is so beautiful and confusing
Knowing you
It's as if I have almost fulfilled my Destiny
Just a few steps more.

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How long has it been since the numbness is gone?
It's hard to tell when you start to feel
In all honesty I think it's not the pain that brings out the words. It's the numbness. The absence of any feelings.
The loneliness, the emptiness.
The slightest amount of pain brings out the voice in us.
The slightest amount of light illuminates the whole world around us.

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Has it already been that long?
I have stopped thinking about you
That mark you left on my heart
It wasn't as permanent as I thought
The poison that you put in me,
It's leaving.

Has it been so long?
I am not afraid of you.
I am talking to other men.
And I am not sad about what you might have said
All those shackels that were binding
They are broken

It hasn't been that long
My wounds are still healing
My trust is still building
My faith in your kind
I think it's barely breathing.

How long will it take
For my sun Sun again?
After all I thought
You were a supernova
But you turned to be
A devouring blackhole

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Who is at fault?
Was it him
Who was brought up wrong
Was it her who knew no fear
Was it his expectations
Which were shaped by the superficial society
Or was it her underestimation
That made her believe she is free?

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Lies
(poem in caption)

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If you were my life
I would have wounds all over me,
Because you are a devil that's been eating me alive.




"To you my immortal"

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You are beautiful
A simple flower in the garden of flowers.
You may not stand out,
But for the plant
You are beautiful.

'To you my immortal'

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Indian parents don't give you
Knowledge
Morals
Or courage to face the world
They give you a hypothetical concept called God
Just like when we had an imaginary invisible friend in our childhood so we dont feel lonely.

They dont quiet understand the concept of growing up.

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