Make the world laugh at your humour
And at their anger.

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Is asking her size not equal to molestation?

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Once, I was
A happy go around.
But now,
I feel so lonely.

One insomniac night,
I ask my heart
The reason of
My loneliness -
Is it you
Or your subsidiaries
That you left me with?

The heart whispered -
It's me, myself.

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Simple language and simple words doesn't need a crutch.

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How can you? How can you turn my happy nights into these weird nights of insomnia? And I don't pardon you for that.

I try to kill you every night in your sleep. But the next morning, when I feel the sunshine falling gently on your pale face, I feel the need for your life - to let the sunshine be the sole witness of how you rub your naked body against mine.

Every insomniac night, I bring you to life from the picture captured in the frame, hiding behind the plastic garland of your favourite flower.

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...
She seemed to be
A chosen one of
God gifted beauty.
My eyes wanted
To touch every
Pixel of her beauty,
But my heart
Thumped hard to
Warn me - 'Control'.
...





Find the rest of the poetry in captions

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At least for once, am I not allowed to search you in the right place?

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Come, let's
Greet the demons of Negativity
With the angels of Positivity.

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I have a feeling that my extrovert self is somehow prisoned in the outskirts of an introvert. And that is how I'm being secluded off from the socials of the generation.

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How can I forget you?
You're the most perfect
Woman I've ever met.
Yes, not even my
Mother is perfect.

I can't forget you,
I can only love you
Until I find a
Perfect woman
Like you or
Better than you.

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