Light Camera & Action!
Gobbling the script she is ready.
Ready for spewing out the extremity on the stage now.
Is it that much easy? Or experience of preoperative nausea is the most arduous job?
Sweating, fumbling, cringing away from the blow of upcoming snubs.
She is probably wuss out for the mighty
prowess of future is on the threshold.
Pessimistic or Optimistic?
Or a Hedonist is intertwined?
Walk in her shoes once, to know
how many beans make five.
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Life is beautiful when,
we accept the truth
Life is hard when,
we accept everything except the truth...
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My heart runs fast and feel ache, a minute or two of space it gets numb.
Series of questions did I ask but silence came empty hand.
I feel choked, gasp thoroughly trying to breathe again.
Running out of my limits still try to console.
I want to breathe it says, I want to breathe I say...-
moulding a parched soul into a tranquil lily of love and reiteration...
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The sublime tenderness of your universality which was focused on my minute thoughts,
now crooked into slackened desires of ignorance.
I can no longer turn you back to that moulded form which used to drape my synchronized morphemes days back.
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burning desires.
Knackered soul where saunters down through the broken stairs,
With humpbacked anticipations.
It would have been searching for long for that draped vow which left the last breathe long before.
Within the slumbered salvation the succumbed postures finding the right way to adjust.
But all in vain where there is of no means...-
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