Talks are more;
Actions are less
Boasting is becoming worthy;
But effects are neutral as always!!
High Voices are raised;
But no catch of flow in it!!

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I wonder why i sit behind the crowd,
i wonder why i hate the voices loud.

It strikes me down when i close my eyes,
i am building a dream to my new paradise.

As i walk alone in dark and light,
it shoots me up with the highest flight.

Some places makes me frightened when i reach,
as i can smell the air full of breach.

I don't know if i would see the lightening spark,
i wish if i could just win over the places dark.

I wonder how people live in such places,
where only you could find are the deep red traces.

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i swipe up to memories
when i hear your name
in the voices unheard.

of perpetual loved verses
written down on your skin
that vanish in a second,
make me see a star
falling on my face
and making me feel
an old embrace.
my sinking spine
and chilled lips
orate
whatever i feel
in those electric rays.

i swipe up to memories
when i feel your face
in the unknown voices
calling your name
that set ablaze.

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Poetry is a mirror which

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Insistent hisses,
Tainting insight.
Derisive whispers,
Querying intents.
Chortling murmurs,
Rousing doubts.
Cackling rustles,
Confirming deceit.
Mocking sighs,
Fortifying escape--
Into zilch else,
But eternal unbelief.

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You don't duel with the lost
To find your purpose.

Whereabouts of silence
Are never known to the voices.

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Voices care about contentment,
Voices pair you with resentment.
Voices adhere you with endowment,
Voices stare enough to torment.

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the voices of our yearnings
enclosed within our broken hearts
are more fragile than strong.
they too are lone and faded like us,
they too are dead and doomed like us.

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Within me,
there live two voices,
neither positive nor negative,
have no face, color or structure,
speaks louder than me,
for me, against me, but only
within me.

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