Hate the game of "forking" at which you are unconquerable
I won't beg, I dare not
For, you are not the giver, nor a sinner too
I just don't wanna bow down, you know me too
If bowing means, getting a part of you
I'll happily be a vampire with cold heart blue
Do not fall deeper
For," it was all true" !!
In the hindsight, I am now as the other side of the moon
We are already six miles apart
What's there to touch
Slow dancing in the rain might not have mended that!!
I'm a bit late
It is.....
"The Road Taken"
Everything will not start with it
For, the trampled white petals are offerings to stillness

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"Non-Talking, Talking Things"



Yes, I love non-living, talking things
They are the kindred spirits who never lie
And posses the power of incantations to manifest!!

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" Mid-Night Addiction "


Bitter-sweet taste of yours
want me to hold on, till the last drop..

Hotness seeping from your chiselled outlinings
through the cracks of my fingers,
was just perfect to crave me for more....

In the frosty night with the dewy grass
I retrospect our balcony's a little while!!

With sereneness of your looks and my toe curling silence
I embraced your warm breaths with my mouth....

Finally unclutching you from my arms,
under the dim fairy lights...

I finished my last sip of coffee
with a content smile...

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I heard the mourning bells,
I heard the desolate silence,
And I heard you!
Love hate hidden anguish,
On your cold stone face,
I will mourn with you!
Moon was watching
From the opaque veil of dark frost;
Seeing you listless even the sky cried!
But soon will you know...
The choices you made,
Not deliberately but enforced upon you
were like the moon on that very day!

Yellow face, brown hands and red heart I will bleed with you;
Little steps, small gestures, long journey I will walk with you;
The crowd, the buzz, the vibe
I caught those eyes at the same time as you!
Heard the mourning bells,
I will mourn with you!
Seeing you listless,
I will bleed with you!
I wonder if the time is still flexible...
So I can warp it,
And freeze the very movement we met
Or the last
when I caught those eyes at the same time as you.....

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" Dancing Silhouettes"

horrifying, Pits of fire

confusing, Red and black

chilling, Absence of blazing and breeze

suffocating, Pictures flashing at the lighting speed

disappointing, Echos of all humanity

stifling, The dancing silhouettes

subconscious, Heard that very distinct heartbeat

stilling, I am still a human in flesh,

not in a hell pit.

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One shouldn't have a desire to want everything and take no notice of their own needs.

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(whispering) you heard,
a wild drunken revel.....
rather carousel if I may say.......
they all forsook her......
such an obscene.........

Listening to the gossip on speed,
all the bitter speeches passing through the moist to chapped lips
I was everywhere,
yet not a single one was me.
Thinking about the prejudice, instigator had against this gargoyle king
came out all the expletive profanities I had in.
Forsaken by those echoing snarls and leering pair of eyes,
god forbid from these tight-knitted binds.
Feeling like an interloper
I added gossip to a stupid rumour,
Incognito; I stood on my high heels
among these cursed people.
Stopping by the door,
I turned and skim
Isn't it funny, the rumours fly in!

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Make sure you have a good diet,
Take care of your skin,
Gain continuous knowledge,
Cultivate skills or polish your hobbies,
Meditate or exercise whatever you prefer,
But don't forget to be grateful for all the things you have which millions don't,

and you are good to go for the winning strike!

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Try doing something good for downtroddens, and you will find your reflection smiling at you out of nowhere.

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of distinct rhym and rhythm
having indefinite endings for some.
For each of its participant,
it is a cobblestone path
full of roses and thorns
with stars, laying a map
and sun, being a guardian.

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