Paper Thin

This meandering thought pilfers,
that a zone I seek but not confer
with my mind and body;
but my crisp soul.
I always shoot an arrow,
in a shallow water hole.
Fishing for some semblence
of thought, only to retract.
For what I seek is fantasy,
but what I know is intact.
Maybe a crumb of me
forms the bait I put in.
If all goes well, the fish I will find,
within this lukewarm din.
It will be my own valentine that day
for what we seek as love is a shadow,
paper thin.

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There is much more she is capable of...
More than
What is expected from her...
More than
What she Believes her to be...
Still... She was made to lead her life in the shed provided by others for her!!!

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Maana k yaad tmhe b aati...
Or shayad hmse zyada aati hogy...
Pr drd to mera b utna hi h...
Jitna tmhara hai...
Khoya to maine b utna hi h,
Jitna tmne hai....

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In the shadows,
Far from chaos,
It stays!
Away from the rains,
Hidden inside a den,
It survives!
Closed away from human hive,
Breathing like a naive,
Somewhere a soul took its last breathe to feel alive!

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Don't search me in the sky,
Cause' I lurk in the shadows.

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