living with one's own self.

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still, no one is there to
uplift; it's you .

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I look at the moon and think of you
there is still so much pain
I will always miss you
Walking down that
abandoned memory lane
my feelings come in bursts.
time was never on our side,
broken apart moving
in opposite direction.

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Success has failed me
by taking you,
your unwritten absence
melt my veins;

you are a dream,
I see once.
under the silhouette
of silence:

I need a hero,a rescuer,
a savior ; and
that's a person
in the mirror.

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Thanks for teaching life lessons
besides academics.Life may moves on,
communication can stops,but the
memories deep rooted in the hearts.
Thank you to the infinity.

Happy Teacher's day

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The moon moves like memory;
embarking like starlight
over groves of silk and ebony,
tight scarves and loose cardigans
Can anyone hear my heart,
Is it still beating ?

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Dead or alive,
Oceans of yearnings
I forgot how to dream
I am still discovering my voice
sail across the skies
somewhere between then and now,
I long for your love.

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Cosmic disaster in my clouds of happiness
His love is night's echo mine is a morning song
intoxicated by the air of memories
sleepless beneath soundless skies
stay a little longer,atleast in my dreams.

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you are the poem I never wrote
tired from being misunderstood
hazy nights and rippling days
load of an unshed tear:
lypophrenia;
hundreds of lies,
yonderly
palter
mind.

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Sentence me in your beats
as sunrays escape your lips,
all of my tomorrows awestruck,
born to overlove until death overcompensates,
waking up to the sound of your voice
all of a sudden,like passing clouds.

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