And
I have always
been a void stuck
in the abysmal
limbo of life da-
ngling amidst the
desolate darkness
of loneliness and
the virginal white
glimmer of moon
waiting for my
moon to paint
me richly in
his albescent utopic
hue of buoy-
ancy.

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My 4 word definition of grief :

Again, death rejected me

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••• The Rise •••

Sometimes the little things inspire me a great deal; they interest me in ways no one else can ever do; sometimes i understand the gist of life from just a naked dying leaf of autumn where its fall reminds me of our periodic downfalls, where we feel well-racked in life, and its beauty tells me that a fall can be beautiful too; all we need to do is to observe it from our inner eyes; on
the other hand, spring reminds me that after decays, life blooms
again in even more exquisite and divine ways; it's a reminder
that during catastrophic events, we must stay calm to wait
to welcome the blooming spring of our life; we must
hold the thought in our mind that there can be
no springs, if there ain't any autumns, so
downfalls are must to make one
able to feel and adore the
value of
r
i
s
e
.

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They say don't dress like this.
They say don't eat like this.
They say don't talk like this.
They say don't walk like this.
They say don't do this,
They say don't do that.

Their list is full of DON'T s for you
but when will you realize this
and stop taking advices?
They will continue to judge you,
no matter whatever you do.

You need to change.
Just start living life on your
own conditions and show
them your worth.

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Sunset – A Redemption

“Bring me the sunset in a cup” –
Was her fainting cry
when she was deadly plunged .
Begged mercy and prayed the Sun ;
Dying that wretched was –
for the lil rays of her last hope, the Sun .
Can’t face the valor
of the Sun's glorious
morning rays and it’s role ,
‘Cause never valued it’s sublimity –
that ill, obscure and uncanny soul .
Hated it's rays and despised the sun ;
But, at the verge of death,
the Sun was her only hope,
and a kind of mun .
“Take my blue devils
and free me from this dolor” –
Begged she, but the time
of her redemption was near.
Remembering all her sins,
Realizing all her faults ,
Thinking of the rise
of a new sun after death ;
Alas ! Asking for pardon ,
she took her last breath .

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Sane ❌ Insane

I'm pretty insane
So, stop saying that
I am a highly sensible being
Because
I hate my nature
And I am not going to lie to myself that
I am a creative soul whose existence do matters
I will always keep on reminding myself
That I am a horrid void
And nothing you say will persuade me
I do deserve love
Because no matter what
I am not worthy of being loved
And I won't believe that
Sanity exists within me
Because whenever I peep into my inner conscious I wonder
Am I as insane as people believe ?

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A journey is a hope dressed in rosary!

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She was happy.
I was not.
She forgot her dead loved ones
due to her memory loss, but I did not.

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when

I talk to myself,

I feel an exotic kind of

satisfaction that soothes

my roots, for unlike the

society, I'm not apathetic

to my soul

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Caged, yet free to roam
munificently within the demesne
of my mind

• Lockdown in 1 Line •

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