I am here again,
Rather than all the pastures
here on my way,
I choose the barren fields
of your heart,
to eat away the bare minimum
Existence, pain exclaimed.

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There is no space left
doesn't mean it's full
it's just the emptiness
that spreads it's hands
enough to occupy the
every inch that never
your heart allowed
To visit, to know.

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I wish I would have lost to him;
rather than his ego.

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There I was,
suffering between the thought of
Plucking out the plant
That I planted
Or to continue living in the
Withered palms of leaves
Which I had restlessly watered.

My heart is a garden,
While the dearest thorns act as
pressure to blood with their actions

And there are lovely visitors,
in the name of a once in a while flower.

Both never last long,
One is removed, later is relieved

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A flower has grown
Out of the blues
He made it green
By feeling it seen

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June has walked in
Like a selective secret
That has been waiting
For a season
To get revealed.

It digs out the depths of
Soil to plant a future
That hold the hearts
Of millions.

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You are like a running sky
Chasing the clouds,
Dreaming the destination.

I'm like a weaving leaf
Waiting for the slightest wind
To move me away.

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Loving someone who doesn't love me
back is the worst fear I hold
And guess what that fear comes true
and goes twice a year to remind me
that I still have some soul left to get broken

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They asked how I become an explorer

I showed your misty eyes
holding the depth of oceans
Which are ready to jump into touch
the shadow of sky.

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Ask yourself..!?

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