A home, dwelled by the demons
A dream, destroyed by the nor wester
A fathomless wait for redamancy
Solving a conundrum called life,
Resorting a dormant desire to thrive...

Sometimes,
I just want to simle
The way my name justifies,
I do, but then I realise
How much I've learnt to fake
Keeping close to my heart;
all those keepsakes...

The sun taught me to burn alone
so much,
That darkness doesn't even dare to touch
Stars told me to endure
Every distance and the tinies ray of hope...
And then an aliferous melancholy
Wipes out my tears, just like a reverie,
Sings to my soul
Breathe darling, it's just a chapter;
NOT YOUR WHOLE STORY...!!

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She isn't crazy,
The things that happened to her... Hurt,
The abuses she tolerated from those ignivomous...she endured,
She isn't crazy...
She has survived through trauma,pain and darkest solitudes that has changed her life...
That has made her a fighter, with a memoir of scars, a warrior birthed in mess of life...
She used to be kind but not blind...
She wants to say a lot but nahh!
Nobody knows how much she cried that day...
Ohh! What a brave soul she is!!

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I'm not a nyctophile but I'm an aesthete and fond of tacenda. I like to listen to the nature where....

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Eyes..... Full of dreams
Heart.....full of hopes
A bizaare twist of life,
An endeavor.....
To hide the tears
To resuscitate
the pulverized soul...

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I went astray, that night
With an enchanted melody
Walked through the pitch darkness,
Following a waned flame
Like that of my own existence...

A songless zephyr blew
Approaching my silent scream,
Opened my eyes, looked around
Dark azure, engraved with white diamonds
Reflected my unachieved dream...

My chin trembled
Kneeled over my destiny
Boulevard of my endeavor was shattered...
A bland metaphor with futile style,
Something unknown
Being drawn across a mile,,
Flamed a fire inside my mind
And I thought :
Let's begin an adventure again....

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I survived, every night
Tracing some sunshine
Without any respite,
Afraid of being ensnared
By the demons, inside my mind.

The strife of my destiny
Disdain of my dreams
Sneers of those stars-
gazing at me,,,,,
I'm tired of everything.
My candle burns at both ends
Soon it will loose it's glaze
Myriad of my heart bleeds
I'll evansce with the zenith darkness,
Birds will chirp, within a while
And I'll hide myself,
Behind a spurious smile...

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Alamort

All of a sudden, I felt
Everything to be dark
But not ashed yet, still burning,
I may erupt like a volcano,
Feels like to be an alamort.

I feel cold, my hands are numb
Breathes tend to tremble
Tears have been dried up
With rhapsodic thoughts, demons resemble.

I wanna escape from myself
Leaving the world behind ,,
With a sway of the gusty zephyr
Where the flute of melancholy sings...
In an ocean of tranquil mysteries.

I'm afraid of this solitude
Stone-blind, far from the monotonic past ,
And I just hope to fall asleep
Before I fall apart.....

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Nothing but one first line
There after I'll create mine
I forgot how to start
This failure is taking me apart.

I'd like to write a poem
Which would cease to die and end.

Pages after pages
Lines after lines
It would create a history undefined
With fathomless essence
Emitting fresh Roses' fragrance
Dried petals, a reservoir of remembrance.

Let my quill bleed
Drowned in the shivering mysteries
In the greenery of woods
Where the nightingale sings.

I'd like to write a poem
Which would cease to die and end.

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You bleed you heart over someone
Who flew away from you,
You wallow in grief of being deprived
And they move on without even thinking a few.

You shut down the windows of your heart
Blow off the wisdom candle in fear of oblivion
The souvenir becomes the only survival
But the time doesn't abstain from moving on.

All those sleepless nights, all those soaked pillows
And the darkest corner of your room
Seems to be your partner forever
No significance remained of your mother's womb.

Then you realise after a long
Shedding tears over them was such a bullshit
All these ended up remaining only of yours
Do they even worth it?

Was it worth......
To sacrifice every bit of your soul for people who didn't even place you in their memory,

Was it worth....
All those wait, hurt, forlorn and injury....

When you turn the memory pages
All u find that the time spent,
Everything was nothing but infatuation
That gave an irreversible tragic end.

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Quarantine Diary





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