The 2am

2am has awakened
Awakened-
To speak?
Or to scream?

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the words filled in
those blank spaces
of a sentence,
which was left
incomplete by me.

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a cubicle for
my scattered
thoughts in the
messed up room
of my mind.

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a beautiful sin
I like to
commit every
single day.

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When you held my hand,
it seemed as forever.
Silly was I to forget-
In this world of
'swiping right and left',
nothing lasts forever.
Perhaps, I loved you more,
and that's what all
made the difference.

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Alas!
It was the smoke that smoked the smoky city.

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but of a brook
carving its gorge
amidst the
mountains of obstacles.

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The Poetry of love,
I cannot write.
Have the words lost the rhythm
with my ink?
Or,
The pain unbearable,
left me unvoiced?
Or is it,
That I mastered the art
of hiding emotions?
Or,
Maybe this is the gift of my love-
Box full of emptiness
And,
The Poetry of love,
I cannot write anymore.

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Gazing the sky little longer,
Hues fading little faster,
Dusk unravelling aster-
shimmering, glittering.

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Marks which now adorn me,
Validating 'my' victory,
Over 'myself'.

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