You can't put band-aid
on emotional scars.
Neither they heal nor you forget,
they become rough
corner of soul
and
with the time,
Mind covers them with scar tissues!
.. . .. .

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Life is like a freaking maze.
The corner you stand in, and can't leave fast enough,
someone is behind you working hard and desparate
to be where you are!

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From every
swollen scar
To the broken edges
of mine,
Craves for each one
corner
Of yours.

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You in every corner.
I, miles apart.

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If not for bends and corners,
it scares me how
walks would remain just walks.
And life, well,
just another life.

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Have you ever hidden something, in such a way that you have completely forgotten about it? And after many years, when you are clearing out rubbish, you suddenly find the thing and memories start to surface.

I don't want the topmost place in your heart. Keep me in the smallest, darkest and filthiest corner, where you might forget that I exist. So that, if tumults ever occur in your life, and people start leaving, you will find me - the forgotten, unloved, uncared one - still waiting eternally. For you.

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And forever in the corners,
Some fragments of our stories from the
wounds would germinate in the windows from
the pristine dewdrops. The yellow of our sole
grows with the gravitational stretch of the earth
until the emptiness evokes a kissing goodbye.
The ocean grows wayward and the halfdrawn
waves await for their home like our tears that
evaporate to become clouds and we are the
harbingers of ageing grief soaking our fists
in the empty afternoon that wildly grows.

~captioned.

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The house was empty
until you entered tiptoed
to fill it with your divine presence
and every corner just glowed

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others.




than

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Be the bulb of your heart's room
To lighten those darkened corners.

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