Maybe we all need the Eutopian, Golden age as a break after the centuries old struggles and wars and machine developments for once ...
Maybe we need the passion of Romeo and juliet after the ages of envy and superiority complexes and deals and businesses...
Maybe we need a life free of social media after being anti social from our own worlds from eons...
Maybe we need to walk and run for life and living after chasing jobs while sitting and just dreaming for our whole lives...
Maybe the skin and genitals and orientations remain just skin and genitals and orientations now after being kept in zillion categories of discriminatory subjects...
I mean, what if these could happen?? Maybe things crash like never before, maybe the crashed ones seem better than todays build up and progressive worlds!! Maybe!!

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Sanity demands consciousness which needs Recurring Reasoning to subsist.

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Expressing something in words
Which couldn't be expressed in words
The dysphoria and the darkness!
Maybe goes hand in hand,

It's the rising sun for World
yet the night is prolonged here
The chronic 'left out' pain
And the tears shed in rains
It's the silent shouts for help
And battles all around
It's the lost appetites and struggling sleeps
The loneliness but the thoughts' company
The monotony of cheering up but failing
And lacuna of 'the Life' within,
Yes we try and try enough,
To come out from this gusty storm
But with more energy,it's making us bog down

The weight of being called crazy and wierd is like a rock
So we pretend our heart out and blend with the usual world
Encouraging the sanity over beautiful insanity
In the process, losing ourselves a little more
And being overlooked, standing on the shore
It's a cycle of growing up, gloom and greys
While being the part of constant race.

We remain alone,
Battling and chasing
Wishing and hoping
Failing yet trying but
Surviving this life,
We remain here...

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Solitude should be cherished as autumn,
After a long journey of naivety with people, it's time to ease off and embrace the cracks devoid of tenderness and fill the lacuna by self love...

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Burn the love
And turn off the emotions
It's time to be restless
Only bout oneself

Burn the giggles of pleasure
And put down the attraction
It's time for being tough
And show that lone is enough

Burn the tears for beggings
And cast away the delicate heart
It's time to explore
And shove all the locked doors

Burn the nods,the yeses, the prattles
And turn down dull compliances
It's time to challenge all potentials
and humble the angst of existentials...

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Love mine is a silent ally
It peeps out while my eyes flicker
And breathe my thoughts,
To survive and not be shaken by any vows.

Love mine is a secret story
It hides behind my ribs
And wishper all desires in beats,
To perform it's best while you're around.

Love mine is a sweet slumber
It prowl in the streets of dreams
And unlace the threads of clock boundaries
To remain united with you for longer.

Love mine is a divine wish
It comes out in between the lines
And dance while the alphabets joins
To stay unchanged,where innocence reigns.

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My love is pretty ancient for you
Stored from ages
Evolved form eons
It's like that dewdrop which
travelled as waves, ruled as Ocean
Flew high in the air, wandered as clouds
It's that lovely stone, travelled in waters,
emerged out from the heart of this earth and
Stood tall as the mighty mountain

My love is pretty contemporary for you
Came out this dawn
Just bloomed in the morning
It's like a newborn
Ready to explore this place
Excited about each passing moment
It's like that bud of Rose
Unfolding each petal,flexing about the Nature and
Reaching to every nerve with that newest fragrance...

My love is the replica of Soul!!

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raised the toast with demons today
and celebrated the cavities of soul
Inclined my love for some metaphors again
and dropped in on the graveyard of my poems
there laid my forbidden stories
shady and gloomy, cold and stony,
really am, the lover of dusty darkness.

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Liberate people by not thinking much of them sometimes,
Set them free by not expecting the hell out of them,
Give them peace by taking easy about their guilty pleasures,
Embrace your perfectly imperfect surrounding and turn it perfectly inhabitable for you...

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Everyone's at their funeral each night,
Alone,
maybe because sun resurrect them every morning...

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