"Let's reside in the epiphanies of mountains."

"And what about the stories of the city?"

Poetry smirked as they settled for a road-trip.

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The last meeting.

Why is it so important?
Standing right there on the platform watching you leave.
It's always the distance that rejoices leaving us into pieces.
It hovers, separates and then kills. Kills every ounce that is left.
Stealing a glimpse or two of yours. You know I cherish it for a long time.
Someday we'll take over this distance and kill it right there. That day love would win.
And this poem will be a memory.

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Reading poetry was the only thing that saved me. Falling for a metaphor, stumbling over an irony. But I think I had a thing for paradoxes. It left me bleeding. Tripping over the thought of how I got here because reading poetry is like falling into a limbo.
You were the best poem I read. Strange how I never mentioned simile. And how easily it defined us

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On that summer morning of twenty sixth May I was about to leave with you for the next phase of my life.....

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That night we talked about things.
Things that were so futile.
You said something about surety.
Remember we had the most romantic dates online.
So I thought of leaving you this poem as a lifetime warranty card.

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Maybe your eyes work as MRI
Knowing all my naked truths.
The redness of my soul.
Blues of my fervor.
And soothing all my hues.

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Beneath the billboard on the terrace...

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There are only a few things that my mind actually tries to grasp and retain just to weave it into a web of disdainful logics and turn it into fancy words. I swear, I've tried to let go off this habit but it sticks just like cheap laughs stick to drunk public in a sleazy bar.

But what should I even do?
There's nothing that can make this right.
And there's surely nothing that can prevent me to write.
So I decide to go with it everytime a thought in some corner of this world starts bugging me. I pick it up, ink the shit out of it and scribble its guts out. And damn, it feels good. Just to overpower a random thought and feel superior over it. Dominance is real and humans have a thing for it. Even if it's as abstract as this useless thought.

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वो जो पिछले हफ्ते तुमने देर कर दी थी घर आने में।

ज़रा खयाल किया होता, तो आज भी एक ही कहकशां में होते हम तुम।

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When distance starts shredding itself, a forced intimacy starts seeping in.

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