We bleed on people who didn't break us.
Kill ourselves for not being loved enough.
Chase after the delusion.
Sacrifice our oath for the unseen .
Is it our mind? The greatest enemy.
Gold with us feels like stones.
Something shines from the far end,
We chase it.
Found out , it was streetlight.
Dark but light is hidden in it.
Some born to hunt
Some born to be a prey.
Is the hell afterlife mentioned , is actually the hell we are in.

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When thrushes roost
I shall serenade you with rhythm and rhyme
And your silhouette i will paint
Right under the moon.

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She stood Frozen
As his silhouette waxed,
Dissolved in her tears...
As He kept walking
Far away with time....

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If I could tell you, I would.
"Though all I could ever see
Is your retreating silhouette;
Though your rejections pierce
Through my heart like games;
I love you to the ends of world."
If ever I could tell you...

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somehow the rain
made your silhouette
on my windscreen
suddenly everything became blurry
everything became more obscure
than the rain could ever make them
the wipers finished their job
then my eyelids started theirs
when they both succeeded
they mocked me together
mocked me of my failure
to bury your reminiscence
mocked me of their togetherness
and my failure in it too

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Every dark cloud has a silver lining
But mine is with another darker silhouette

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I am only awake, the entire
himalayan town is deep in
sleep. I am lost in the beauty
of the silhoutte of mountain
trees, of the sound of gushing
river & of the presence of Now.

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वाकिफ हो रहे है तेरी गैरमौजूदगी से
सीलन दीवार पर रेख़्ता है
औहाम में थी मेरी तरह वो भी
की तेरी तस्वीर को उससे क़राबत हो गया है

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Black, shades of black,
Letting u see only as much as u need.
And making u crave for more.
An angel made to dress in black,
Walks past alternates of darkness and light.
Making her express her different shades of,
Emotions, wants and needs.
Her tanned skin lights up even the darkness around her.
The dark mascara on her eye lids,
Blinds ur eyes.
The wonderful grace of her walk,
Makes u want to dominate her,
And make her crawl,
Make her whimper with ecstasy.
All this as she wore just a hood,
Making the silhouette stand bright against the darkness.
The strength of her submission,
Outshone her bright, ever luscent body,
That she carried with aplomb.
The beast in me peeps out,
Yet feels chained all because of her.
Only HER.

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Crime against the Silhouette.

Short Story - Part 1

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