Each alley
has your foot prints
imprinted in each
and every corner.

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that alley
which she used to pass someday

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The long alleys are darkened
Covered in the silhouettes of mist
The tendrils of smoke grew slowly
From a cold fist holding
A half burning cigarette,
The neon bulbs of the lamp posts
Standing tall, flickers in doubt.
Somewhere in the flash of lights
There's a purchased drink,
And somewhere in the shadows
Of unknown, there a lent fiery kiss.
Somewhere in the small rooms
Covered in cracked walls
Contains the screaming and
The fights of two lovers
And somewhere, the wailing
Of yearning of love
And craving desires.
Somewhere in the mysterious
Long alley at late midnight.

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वो सहर, वो गलियां, मै सब छोड़ आया।।
नहीं छोड़ पाया तो वो यादें जिन्हें मै साथ भी ना लाया।

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सच से स्वार्थ जुड़ा हो,
तो लगता है आवाज़ उठी है ।

वरना तो बस गली-गली,
फालतू की चीखें उठी हैं ।।

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You will travel alleys darker than the person you hide within yourself.
The questions will be asked.
The answers will screen themselves.
The line will be drawn between justice and vengeance.

'Where do you stand?'
darkness pondered.

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Anxiety,
Exasperation,
Imbroglio
Clutched my senses, reminding me of the exotic moments spent in the alleys a while back.

Relinquishing and exiting the alley was the only option , for the infinitely dark yet pearly horizon was waiting for my vision to zoom in.

The holy ghats surely has this majestic thing, everytime I look into this horizon at ghats, perspectives from a different universe land into my think tank and the negativity sublimates into positivity.

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my love
for darkness
is dark and deep.

forwhy
in the alleys of my heart.
the sun shines dark;
the moon reflects black.

-(bey)noor.

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Writing gives me
what I can never give myself.
Writing pushes me
through a labyrinth,
throwing me in an alley
I haven't treaded before.
I stumble along
pocketing pieces of myself,
I've never lost.
Writing gives me
what you can never give me.
Writing gives me-
ME!

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