I'm the
Vandalized perception
I'm the
False confession
I'm the
Meaningless rights of constitution
I'm the
Product of manipulation and lies
I'm the
Generational hatred
I'm the
Casual victim of genocidal justification
I'm
Duckin' every blessing
I'm the
Burning prayers
Tempting and bared
I'm the
Deaf ears which are sleeping
I'm the
Tortured history
An addict of misery.
Do it
Do it
Try to die
Don't you try to die
Like me. ~yapa73

(I wonder
If we'll smile
Inside the coffin when we lie.)

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Drenched in the rain
Of what could've been
Guilt and reminiscence
Are now my only friend
Empty and blank trace
Myth of meaning so lost and forgotten.
In this hell
I pray for deliverance
In this void of existence
Dwells my depression.
Fed by overloaded false perceptions
I seek to wake up from this wretched lie.
I beg to murder my inner self
For I've lost my divine vision.
I want to stop the broken evolution.
I no longer wanna shoulder the blame.
I want to slip into slumber eternally.

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स्वभाव नहीं है चट्टानों का
की विपरीत परिस्थितियों में बदल जाए

क्रोध की अंगारे हो तो पिघल जाए
आंसुओं की नदियां नही जो फिसल जाए

की स्वभाव नहीं है चट्टानों का
की विपरीत परिस्थितियों में बदल जाए।

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Redemption

Crimson cloaked earth sheds its coat
Light fickles
And a blooming moon rises.
These ancient things cannot be quiet
I cannot mend it's break
I drink it in and my lust now knows the taste of the eclipse.
It's shadows shot in my veins and I too, bloom
As I breathe in the poisoned wound
My soul can no longer be exorcised by the hallowed ground.

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Does anyone really understand
How blessed they are
To not be a world apart
To see your face
Your eyes and smile
Or to feel your embrace
Or to simply know your name
Or what fills your days.
Do they really understand
How blessed they are to witness you
I know, I do.

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Fresh dew of morning
Shy smile peeking from veil
The wind roared and shook
But our love stood still
Alas! it prevailed.

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Plunging inside pool of tragedies
Oh my ghastly memories!
The sense of longing
Memories so condescending
The wound is still pouring
Draped in past; so soothing
She's withering
Yet I ride the wave of pandemonium
And gaze the dim ricochet of stars.

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Piper played the silly gimmick
To hear the photograph speak
Just to discover your schtick.
Drown in sea of distress
Unimpressed by materialistic mistress.

'Come to believe
It only hurts when I think.
Come to think of it
When will I know
What I really need?
The more I see
More I yearn to let go.'

And yet my cremation rides on paperback
Through high on, I'll take another pass.
— % &

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Certain things, if they break, they never fix again.

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Small acts of kindness
Is much better than
Single day of remembrance.

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