The morning sky
missed the twinkling stars;
the rainbow sighed
for its invisible scars.

The secret corners
of night sky's heart;
fantasized the rainbow
as its own part.

What seemed perfect
to the world outside;
succumbed in silence
and rendered smiles unsatisfied.

Parted by destiny
adored by the mass;
truly they say
there's art in apart.

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Let's hurt again
till someone starts bleeding.
No, not blood
but something more precious.

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You mistook Her
To be a sawdust.
But she turned out,
To be a stardust!

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Brush colors canvas
painter uses in art.
Writer uses words
language also an art.

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Raindrops turned gunshots,
when two chaotic drunkards
found their fate
on two different paths.

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I will write,
You may not read.

I will fight,
You may not care.

I will flee,
You may label me.

I don't care,
Call me a refugee.

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Totally Obsessed with,
the Boldness of Coffee.
Everytime I drink,
Lifts up my Mood.

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Scream, they said.
Whenever you are distressed.
Earlier, voice helped.
Now, pen and paper.

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A taunting wind
pushed by her lips
in between his
disperses love to words

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As a Machine,
Life's a Broken Piece,
After infinite trials,
You'll Rest in Peace.

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