Everytime I stumble upon your memory
I find myself glued
to the cobwebs of false promises
and not even half hearted efforts.

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visual hallucination because I
was constantly staring
at that cobweb.

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Perhaps, I have already become
so unimportant to you;
that i have been reduced to the
little cobwebs, in that never-used
closet; behind your bed.

Mayhap, I have even evolved into
the dirt, that persistently sticks
to the soles of your feet;
when you're just too lazy to wear
your slippers, within your abode.

Maybe, I am still blessed because
you still recall that link we partook of.
Or do you? Most predictably, I don't
even surpass that austere
checkpoint, anymore.

I think, you have made the entrance,
too heavily, armored; that anyone,
with even a minuscule resemblance
to me, is quickly driven away--
with hefty artillery, to say the least.

Yes. I have become that ghostly
specter, that haunts the outer
perimeters of you; and you? You
have transformed into my lost
dwelling--forever, out of my reach.

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And we have a certain attraction
for the things that scream mystery,
the abandoned buildings,
the haunted people,
trying to find poetry in their history,
forgetting that sometimes
it's just about a faulty construction
with cobwebs and bullshit.

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The shelf inside me is no more
Covered by cobwebs.

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Cobwebs
//Caption

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My thoughts are
All covered in a thick
Layer of cobwebs
Like a Pashmina shawl,
For the thoughts are
Too sharp, too bold
That if it touches you
Directly, it might cut you
Or may be, stab your
Ego and judgements
To death.

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because we could start
over but it would never
be the same.
not with all those
cobwebs better suiting the
crisp recollections, than
sunlight ever did.

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You needn't worry about the
Cobwebs until it buries you...

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आख़िर वो कौन-सी रूहानी ताकत उसे थकाती नहीं
वो कौन-सी सकत उसमे हर बार आती यूँहीं
(Full piece in the caption)

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