Don't give your smile
Instead
Share it !!

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A message

Save me a message
When I lose my time,
Showing off the disgrace
With a tint of my weakness.
And when all shatters,
Say me not to grieve
Upon my sullen murmurs,
Where eyes are deep
And darker my vile chapters.
I am no in search
Of an exotic minute,
Oh! I just lose my time
And with time I lose me....!

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Trick of light

'If never
Was never to exist
Nor the freakish sound of head,
Called as trick of light.'

'But if
its real to call,
Illusions can be petrified,
Camouflaged forbye.'

'Say it or not
Every dead has a story
Destined to be
Ah! Boon and bane slightly.'

'Unravelled and Destined;
Stopwatch of every impasse
Walked through,
Like a sweet delight, they say.'

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Shadow Of My Pride

The roaring clouds
Seems euphoric
Ahoy! The mystic heaven
Is not grieving even!
Let the crimson roses bloom
To cherish the pride of joy.
Well! Now do not try to depict,
As the only token of love
I deserve!
Where it's true for good,
The world is my oyster!
Where the change is seamless
And where language of love
Is still a whisper;
Fairly I tuned it in my favor,
Fairly I can cheer my glass
With the only shadow
Of my pride,
The strangest self
And pretty stardust!!

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Trust me
Everyone is LIT

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Blink

When your sight is busy
Gazing the sunset
Or the citylight
Blink me as a sign of love;
As I am a day breaker
And the only lush
You can behold;
May be from a hill top,
Else from a flyover
Or else as a secret
When you grief alone
With staining notions;
Until it lessens
Until i am into it;
Dark howbeit
The moon ahead.

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Dig deep

A heartbeat, a notion;
And people say
Trust your intuition.
Well! I deprived myself,
To take a dig,
As outer world
Is lot more easy,
Easy to follow
And easy to bear!
But I know not why
The sunflower field
Is a serene,
I just know merely to touch
And not to feel.
Oh well again,
I can relate to it now,
To the myth of daylight
And its facade colors;
Cause even the night is gracious
With little puckish fireflies!

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She!

Could it me more,
Could it be less;
She has a majesty
Of her own grace.

Let her drape,
Let her wrape;
She is her choice,
She likes to wear.

She loves to venture,
She loves to cook;
Its her way to be,
Why to judge?

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Existence

Windows to windows,
They peep like an eagerness,
Sheltered as if they seek;
Perhaps,
A glimp not so sheered.
They deny to come out,
Could be hesitating
From the putrid bloods
Or freezed to utter words
Alas! Likely they knew
The existence of the outer world.

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Lets get a mindset
Full of dead flowers,
Now are you feeling blue
Or are you feeling ruth?
Or rather
You have no feeling
To conceive the woe?

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