No one can understand.

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No star will ever shoot again for me, I'll have to be my own star.

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The completely refined me craving to taste my rawness atleast once before I subside forever.

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I feel like the sky who's destined to embrace the moon, whatsoever be it's phase.

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I feel like burning sand awaiting to be enwrapped in the arms of pacific waves.

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THE AURORA.

Let me narrate an interesting tale about a peacock,
the one who dwells within the Empyreal lock,
the one who has gracefully crossed the rainbow bridge,
the one who dances ecstatically when leaks the cloudy fridge.

The hues it splashes allure the dullen ashy carpet,
where fairies walk on ethereal ramp while thunders blow the trumpet,
vibrant purple and radiant green fall like perfectly articulated arcs,
rich blue with mellow yellow gets arrayed, the collusion of celestial quarks.

The unicorns that serve the angels from cloud to cloud, which slide,
hold tints and shades of variant hues on their neck, with utmost pride,
when they race with speed, coloured hair that flips and tosses,
splashing the colours like mild crimson and tangerine, the welkin glosses.

The mermaids that dip and dive, playing with the heavenly waves,
with glittery lustrous mien, scintillating the expanse caves,
when emerge out of the oceans to sense the tranquil breeze,
emanating the hues orange and red, lengthy hair when they fling and squeeze.

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I would never come again to scale the paths of my life with the walkers down.

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MOONBOW.

That night was the most scenic blushing with an auroral glow,
Darkness was embroidered with multi-hued artistry, the moonbow,
Moist petals of the vagrant clouds drizzled with warmth and affection,
Tranquilizing the breath (zephyr) of cradling waves of ocean.

The velour of the sky was being knitted by the angels,
They embellished with glinting beads, in divine apparels,
A crescent diamond was engraved to blow a scintillating kiss,
A tinge of a moonbow elevated the quantum of bliss.

It was the first time she was all with him all alone,
In the night time, in the middle of a beach, where starlight shone,
He cloistered her soul within his arms, she rested her head on his chest,
his heartbeats matched the tone of the waves escaping shore's arrest.

The collision of souls in sheer silence, helped them find solace,
Amalgamation of their solitude, glided in with grace,
Gazing at the skies, they felt as if heavens nodded in acceptance,
Showered their Union with the stardust, the most glorious, in pleasance.
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The seeds of smuggling bear sweetest of fruits and the smuggler only comes to know that they were poisonous as well at the point where the death of his life is unevitable.

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You can smuggle and earn wealth not happiness.

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