drunken again on brewski,
you'll no longer find the stick
you use to beat me with regularly
when i was drunk on lovesick.

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i had a battle with myself.
while she was trying to complete a circle,
i kept changing radii.

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this sunset will proceed my kiss at your door in a vintage envelope with aroma of my cherry tinted lipstick. may this reaches you while you breathe on your knees.

i will buy you a new sim card, reads your letter twenty-sixteen. and to the ones i couldnt have replied, now mature enough to be answerable.
we had much left to be discussed about, a sin to leave earlier. sometimes seemed easy, but talking, in terms of searching solace in words and relief in expressions, it was a great deal to step out and greet. though you made it restful but i was losing my comfort.

all these years, i didnt get any news of you nor did you ask. i grew along my way, you bloomed yours. yet we questioned coincidences as we count at our places upto why and how. now you found an answer or two?
rather you see me or i may or you and i can only imagine and think and not touch or feel or neither, you have happened to me. i will even cherish our ugliest lies, they are remembered. they were us. we were liars.

i bought a sim already, but could never reach your contact. with the faith that it will reach one day, i will wait until forever overs and forever more. for now, i want you to rest wherever you are.

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बादल हूं मैं बादल हूं मैं
गिले शिकवों को समेटा रहूं।
परछाइयों में समा ना सका
सांझ की किरणें छुपा मैं ना दूं।

बादल हूं मैं बादल ही रहूं
सूरजमुखी खेतों में कैसे बरसूं?

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as the ink of his pen disappeared
so did my heartbeat.

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you are never going to taste the flavour of heartbreak
because you have a lifetime burnt tastebud on your tongue
since the day you replaced her
over me.

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its not just being with you
its about feeling your presence.
and not just smelling your perfume
but about tasting your essence.



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let me be miscible in myself.

the contradictory voices in me echo different personalities.
my opinions have varying densities and deny to dissolve
in themselves to make a functionary identity.
i usually criticize others for negotiating between choices
while myself stuck in making decisions.
i cant blame anyone if my own lattice has a war going
inside, when my own ideas dont accept each other.
certainly, one is dominant over another for a period of
time and then other leads for couple of beats later.
rules are therefore always being drawn with a
non-constant slope, making me sway and shuffle
every moment. its never a win lose situation as a green-red
end, but a shade and a shade darker than the previous. like
black and a deeper black, which eventually doesnt exist.
one is valuable, has to be given more importance.
in the end its numb and blind. a hope to see these colors
blend up to diffuse me in myself.

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when i fall brief for words,
i take aid of dictionary.

when i fall short for love,
i take a glance at you.

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