Up till late, going out of my mind,
Everyday, every moment asks for a new grind.
Thoughts that hinder often leads to dreams,
Dreams of reality, that can make the mind scream.

Distorted thoughts, dysfunctional life,
Mending hearts, creating frights.
It all comes down to the spiral of hearts,
Finding ways to escape, it ends where it starts.

Maybe it is the heart that lives,
Maybe it is the soul that believes,
In and about, deprived yet high
Maybe, giving in is worth a try.

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Into the abyss, where there are no lights,
Feeling the light, with a soul so bright.
Breathing in, and breathing out, to withstand the fright,
After all, it's the bottom of what we call hights.

Feeling the pain like never before,
Feeling the love, which always just lures.
In and about, trying to find the cure,
Into the bottomless pit, which somehow now feels secure.

Opening up to the world, yet locking the real self in,
Finding ways to escape, but not knowing where to begin.
The dark hits like lighting, touching the threshold and taking a spin,
Into the abyss, trying to find the life that has been built in.

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In the dark, lying under the blanket of stars,
Looking at the sky, thinking about some old scars,
The wounds that couldn't be seen, but can certainly be felt,
Have started to heal, with the pain that started to melt.

Looking at the stars, they feel familiar,
Probably telling me about a thousand things i will learn.
Counting the stars seems like an impossible task,
After all the sky of possibilities is vast.

Under the blanket of stars, it has started to feel warm,
Yet the train of thoughts is lost between the memories that are torn.
Between the sky and the stars, the space is filled with scars,
Healing on their own, in the heart, behind the bars.

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Poetry, the language of "love" they say?
Or is it, perhaps a mere stipulation to fall prey?
Making the demons inside, come to light,
It is perhaps the unrequited love, waiting for an insight.

Gathering the pictures, writting what has already been written,
Picturing the beauty, possibly, the one that has everyone smitten.
Trying to find the beauty in the ugly and the ugly in the beauty,
For, it is a possibility for looking at only one side of the coin, completing the duty.

The words hold such great power, if used correctly,
For it is the certainly circumspectly.
The language of love, they say is difficult to understand,
Perhaps, for some, that love might take them to the holiest of the lands

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It has been a while since we met,
It is afterall, the mind playing against the rules of the bet.
The heart that was asleep, is finally awake,
Only for the brain to take a little break.

The game of emotions, who knows who will win?
The heart or the brain, the mind thought with a grin.
The unseen that can be seen, versus the seen that remains unseen
What is known, can never be known, it is afterall in between.

The two world that collide,
One that sleeps, and the other that wakes up with pride.
Finding solace in the aftermath of it all,
It is afterall, a win for the soul!

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Every season has it's own smell,
For me, it is the winter fragrance that makes me wanna dwell.
There is something about it, that is so beautiful, so serene
The love, the cold yet the warmth is what makes me keen.

Fresh air, taking deep breaths, it feels different,
The vibe that hits, the feelings it brings, makes like a lot more fragrant.
The breeze, when it hits, it feels cold,
Yet somehow it warms up the heart, making even the coldest one mold.

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It takes one addiction to leave the other,
It takes one poison to cure the other.
They ask me what is my poison?
I say I don't have one, i always take caution.

Addictions once made, can be harmful,
Liars once trusted, can make your life awful.
Sometimes i feel i am living a lie,
In my reality, i let someone else's dream fly.

Dreaming is real, reality is surreal,
Drowing in my own world, i just want to heal
Fighting my won battles, i could scream,
But then again, in my head, under the water, it just looks like a beam.

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Creating a mess out of our own lives,
Living by the way of what we thought we had always strived.
Going down, but with mistakes that we sometimes regret.
It all comes down to the choices we make and correct.

Giving that one person the universe, getting it back in fragments,
Thinking of life the way it has always been, just not in segments.
Getting the universe back by the one that matters,
Yet, it all comes down to the choices, and collecting the heart that's scattered.

Going down, but also climbing up,
Setting up priorities, giving the heart a little pump.
Life is a mess, but it is yours to control,
Living upto anyone's expectations shouldn't be your only goal.

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They say the light in you shines brighter,
I believe it makes your heart lighter.
The more it glows, the more you grow,
Up in the sky, with the moonlight, like the air you flow.

The days are warmer than the nights, they say,
I belive it is the coldest of the night that brings people together and makes them stay.
The beauty captures the heart of all,
But somehow, it also makes a person fall.

Bursting the myths are important they say,
I belive is more important to let them see another day.
Why destroy something that creates the whole foundation,
When you can remove the thing that burns all the bridges of fixation.

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Love, love, love!
Is it the memory or the stuff?
Keeping calm, avoiding the storm,
Creating a life with newer norms.

Fighting for your rights,
Yet cannot get anything right,
Living in the fairytale life,
It's time to break all barriers and fight.

Give or take, create or remake,
It all comes down to letting go countless nights of being awake.
Truth, truth truth, the hardest thing to fight,
Words once said often come back to bite.

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