The vessel i fill
Everyday is for me
And my mind.

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Yesterday ,I found something strange
Looked out the window
Focus on a date
Come closer and we click ....
And at that moment instead of bell
I get a flower bullet straight to my
Empty vessel
Ahh.... What a flower Bullet Date it is !

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Symbol it like the essence ,I have
You see me like an empty vessele
Drive I reach somewhere here quite
Catch me none but I try like safteybike




Call me any name ,show me the bad
I have ,cause you know I jump where
You find me in an unseen place all dead
Between the rivers and seas, I compare
I see you all up ,directly below the clouds and Strom ....




The ways you seen as I see the same
Can't you find me but all I see you again ...
The dirty roads are washed by my tears
Left them touch all your bad fears ...
Here with you ..all above

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I become a vessel for warmth and hope!.

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• Versus

You are my night version.
Not with moon and stars...
But zillion shades of silence
and dark hues of engulfing
destruction spread across
the verses of my uni'verse'...

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How stupidly emotional can a person be?
Year after year
wasting ink on a long gone tragedy?
Inner self smirks at the broken piece
of the long gone mysteries,
Unsolved, Unanswered, Still.

What if I'd had forgiven,
And and stood up with will.
What if I'd had refused to weep
And tried to find truth instead.

Alas! It's too late,
For time has got everything dusted,
To the times once spent merrily,
I write this ode of memories.

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Night is high
There is moon , there are stars,
Empty roads , swinging trees
and barking dogs,
There are people in their bed,
Hugging pillows , sleeping tight,
But you and me are struck here,
Having friends and every one,
Feeling empty so make some noise,
All you need is some one s voice,
To make you full till you smile..

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I urge
to be soulful
coz
it is not the
shape
of the vessel
that
defines my
beauty
but the volume
of soul
contained in the
vessel.

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To constantly reach out and seek it on your own!.

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My face remembers the day
when your lips brush against my cheek
and it turned red with hues of pink memories....
My face remembers the day
when your salty words arched across the eyelids and turned blue with watery traces...
My face remembers the day
when your hands fell onto the broken flesh
and turned it into streaks of dusky maroon...
My face revives all the moments
and it smiles and turn this all away and
spread its golden sunshine...
After all our soul is white, absorbing every colour possibly on this universe as if
Painted in God's own agonies !!!

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