As the evening progressed...
with the swishing winds
I know what your eyes looked for...
I may not be the sunshine.
But it's the same beach
covered in mud of shriek...
Where you paved the shores
To glitter around my sunset.

So...before this night falls
And the imageries cover your eyes...
Let your soul feel the presence
Of crumbling space inside your lies...
'cz It's not the twilight
You craved for...
It's the beacon of your shadows
Unaware of the murk.

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Although it started shrivelling...
Like a cold blooded summer...
Turning out red...
While meeting the blue...

The rainstorm wasn't ready yet...
When you curled the waves...
Like a pearl fisher dives into...
The heart of the ocean....

Have you ever been on the ship?...
That carries the moonshine.....
Where the only hope to bloom...
Is the night of doom....

You can not scream...
You can not escape...
When you carry the load of...
Growing black to hue.

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किसी के व्यक्तित्व की छवि निहारनी हो.. तो अकलन ये मन का कैसा है....
क्या तुमने कभी अपनी इच्छा के विपरीत कभी कोई रहस्य नहीं ढूंढा है?
ये रक्त बीज नहीं जो तुम्हारे धमनियों से मार्ग प्रशस्त करे...
ये तो केवल तुम्हारे विचारों की अनुभूति है....
जो तुम्हारी दशा से अधिक तुम्हारे जीवन का सार है।

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It's not Spring anymore....
Of blooming maples...
When the last of us....
Traced down our memories..

It's not cold anymore....
Piercing our skin..
When we used to touch our scars..
Without covering our flesh...

It's not felony anymore...
Crowned over my sepals...
When you plucked the thorns...
Out of roses....

And It's not agony anymore...
Craving for desires...
When you used to soak up....
The heat of despair

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In the realm of thoughts....
Where your heart makes you free....
It's your second choice...
To let it flee...

When it's the only hope...
Dwindled by the cause....
Make it real...
As nothing flicks the flaws...

What catches the blaze...
untouched and untrue...
Comes through the same...
With the first in the name....

You might end in the bottom....
Covered in two...
But would be chosen...
Even if you turn blue..........

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Everytime I try to seek my prison ..
I find myself on the horizon ..
Where demons find the shelter...
In the shades of pelter...

And I make my choices...
Amidst the uncertainty of lies....
If it is an invincible truth..
Or a feck of destiny in the sky...

Cursed in white gown...
With the shape of autumn brown...
Perhaps the most vigilant night...
Carved out of firefight.....

As the dead leaves craft the fear....
Bright but unclear...
That's where it starts fading...
Like a ghost raiding.

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Ah......!
I never stopped chasing you...
Maybe..
You had plans...
To incast my ruthless enemy
in the prison of your shadow..
But...
Why you covered me in your mud..
of an ideal sin...
Turfed down...
To swallow your shade...??

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That cold evening...
When you reached down the stairs..
With the pastry and a spoon...
Sitting at the square...
And looking at the moon..
As you asked..
Isn't it a beautiful moment?...
I could have carved the dune...
But I escaped the question ..
As I was busy with flowers and balloons....
But I still remember...
That smile when you called me buffoon...
And..
Yes... It was!!!
"Tucked in your tune "...

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It was the autumn...
He looked the sky....
Wasn't the cold though...
Tumbling eyes...

When woodcutter promised..
Not to tie....
But he jiggled around...
In disguise...

The log laughed ..
Soaked in the yellow dwarf...
Stood high...
Even in lies...

Long shadows...
Crusted in scurf...
The redwood...
Stood up the turf...

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You blink your eyes....
And they drool the lies...
As I hear you...
The real but untrue....

It's a cold escape...
In the warmth of spring...
Maybe you can turn them off...
But they crawl to the top...

They sprinkle the fire...
Dribble the dew..
Like pouring it out...
Dusking the hue..

The fear and fire...
shiver the liar...
As you cast your shadow...
Through the meadow.

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