The more she solves the mystery of 'faces', the more layers she finds.

She still wonders if that is riveting or they are just virulent vines!

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Contenment at last.Best ever abode there
ever could be after death.
True paradise indeed
it is to the well deserved .

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What's the reason behind most of the unsuccessful relationships?

Now a days in a relationship, one person falls in love very deeply and another one takes that inadvertently.

This inadvertent attitude makes the relationship virulent.

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Post monsoon patina
of serene green,
once upon the parched yellow
of a ruthless summer.
Changing seasons
are the metaphor
for our corrugated lives,
pellucid waters reflecting
clean, antiseptic skies
giving way suddenly
to virulent clouds,
once a safe speck
in the distant horizon.

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The strange, vaguely familiar face
smiled at me wearingly
in a defeated sort of way,
resigned to his assigned fate,
age lines disappearing
in folds of sagging flesh,
only to virulently reappear
as deep seismic fault lines.
I stepped away from the mirror,
needing a corrosive liquid as a crutch
to confront my corroded reflection.

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तुम मानों न मानों मगर हकीकत है
इश्क़ इंसान की पहली जरूरत है...😊🌼

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Tis feel like a virulent ice riff
slowly pile into my heart...
Why tis so much bothering me
while I was suffered with deep
wounds ere...
Why I just can't hold up
all these annoy emotions, Or
I have to feel and cherish with
all these grievous feeling often.

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~The Portico~

The hum of cicadas
On a summer's eve
In autumn guise
A deep inhale
Cherry red burns
A deep exhale
Ashy plume of fumes
Feeling contentment
Alone yet not lonely
Solid in my solitary
Exiling myself
From the virulent
Mouths spewing rancor
Cherishing the tranquility
Perched peacefully
Under the portico

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सफ़र में तू जो रहता है तो मौसम भी बदलता है। समुंदर की जो ख्वाहिश है की दरिया भी मचलता है।

चांद भी अब तो हमसे रूठा रूठा रहता है। रातों को जब भी तू मेरे घर से निकलता है ॥

सफ़र में तुम जो मेरा हाथ, थामे थामे चलते हो। 1 बड़ी मुस्किल से जान-ए-जाँ, ये मेरा दिल संभालता है।


मोहब्बत में अक्सर 'कैफ़ी' ! ये रोज रोज होता है। माली का सीचा फूल, रक़ीब ले के गुजरता है।
🍁🌺⚡

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