a blank canvas seeing nothing but emptiness
a transition that wakes you from chaos to tranquility
a path you took but lost the directions forward and backward
a smell you smell but can't really remember
an echo deep in the background that has faded
a picture with nothingness and a long silence.
It's the death of memories and flashbacks
And for me? It's the death of me

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the memories freezed.
Few moments came flashing by,
Some sweet, some bitter.
Somethings just spoke
A sheer truth.
To be remembered and carried through.

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Here's to the souls drowned deep.
Here's to the eyes, which can't see.
Here's to the silence seeking to speak.
Here's to the happiness not so glee.
Here's to the love, we can't always feel.
Here's to the grief, which none can see.
Here's to everything which was made to be,
but can't be. Because,
Here's to imperfections,
let's hug and flee,
where these
vicious eyes
can't see.

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Sky, a true loner.
Amidst all the celestials,
the one mature viewer,
the one silent auctioneer,
Attends all the bidding but bids to none.
"The sky accepts everything", they told.
Yet it seems so empty and cold.
Rain?
checks the clouds,
Festivals?
checks the moon's whereabouts.
"Can we go out today?"
checks if the sun is merrily out.

Feeling empty?
Sky.
Alone, Amidst all the celestials,
empty or succumbed,
It never shouts.

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the morning for my college on every Monday.

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"Black"
You hide me like a shadow in the cringing sunlight.
You engulf me and keep me sane throughout the night.
You're a background for anything that shines and that shines only because you stay calm, concealed.

You will hide me, expose me, whatever I seek.
But I seek you, your patience and your diligence,
For you never seek appreciation.
I want to be you, so one day:
You're me, I'm you, we're in unison.

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"The Reinvent"

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I've heard that you're out there tonight.
Are you giving hopes to us, hopeless romantics?
Silently paving ways for new lovers to meet in your light.
Or welcoming the solitudes of the broken.

I've also heard that you were weeping yesterday.. was it your solitude amidst the stars or your love with a sweet scar?

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Far away, we'll meet somewhere, free from all the delusions, together.

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you take your things with you, but leave one,a souvenir. You remind me of another reason to go on, a destination. you tell me everything I was wrong at,
a lesson. You tell me whom you're going to, an enemy. You wash me off you, a last agony. You let me wash you off me, a last savior.

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