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bad poem.

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We spend many a days
of our lives caged
in love, regret, guilt, angst...

Who are you, uncaged?

When the night suffuses
into the stillness of a twilight
just before dawn breaks,
who are you?

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i wince when you maul me
i angst it is him...

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#1 Angst

The first time I saw you, you bled because of me. A random object that was buried deep in my lap cut you sharply. I meant to apologize but your five year old self wouldn't have any of it. You cried so loud.
With every wail, I fell for you a little more. I waited for your return since. Searched your chubby cheeks in every five year old, unaware that years rolled fast. Sent out waves to look for you in shores but no news of you came back to me.
One fine day you did come back. Pity, I couldn't recognise your teen self; not until you lifted your pants off your ankles and I saw that scar. Before I amble back, you left again. I sloshed all over the shore that day but you were gone. I accepted defeat by midnight.
I wish I could see you once again, I pray I'd recognise you right away. I just hope I could kiss that scar sorry, once. Just once, let me please...

Hello, I'm your ocean talking.

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Dal me namak Kam hai...
(Captioned)

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|Would you look back|

I'm sitting in a room
where you're behind me
watching forlorn flowers blossom.
You remember your friend
who at midnight
would text you
asking
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"Are you fine? "
/Caption

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The callous awakenings,
the shrieking quiescence,
erodes every roving terrene
while I claw my way through
the jagged edges of darkness,
seamlessly subtle yet
unsympathetically hollow,
hauling me into the
sinusoidal desolation
of implausible angst.
I fall yet I'm unfettered...

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