I am a self detonating explosive
Yet I still race against time.
Self-loathing for a dash of sanity,
The joyride to my own void.
I dive a little deeper in my dark
Light a cigarette, keep seeking the sunlight.
What would I have to offer?
When I'll find myself on this journey.
All that is left in me or
A handful of nothingness?

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When the winters visit,
And the city is covered with dews of serenity,
But our windowpane is smudged with melancholy,
Bring me the warmth to melt my cold heart.
So when the first rain arrives at my door
I walk out free without an umbrella
And let it drench my soul.
Sedate my love with your voice so
I don't fear the uninvited thunders.
And when it's finally summers,
Touch me like the Sunflower,
So that I can finally look at the sun and still feel soft.
When it's finally Autumn, and my fall is inevitable
I desire to be be the fallen daisies that cover the pavements of Gulmarg in Kashmir and
I hope they all lead me to you.

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If this heart is stoic, you surround me like a poem.
The walls collapse brick by brick , and I see home.

Awake in a dream,
I wonder if this is the judgement day.
And to be loved, is to knock on the heaven's door
and return with a smile.

I dream of blooming roses with a touch of dew in Kashmir.
I wake up and I breathe this life within like the lavender fields.

The child in me who was robbed of emotions, returns to the man I am with a sky full of it.
I wonder if you are the lullaby he always dreamt of.

This poetry is about the spark inside, to the long awaited morning. The quest of the lost soul that has finally come to an end.
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Another night, when the temple collapse.
My mind scribbles and I speak silence.
I wonder how would an artist justify a bruised canvas?
When in the end, it's all just an aftermath of love.
This is a conquest of my own soul.
A wanderer with a fading memory.
Poetry is the wound that I cannot stop touching.
And I know this pain. I knew it all along. — % &

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When the eyes start to perceive than just see
The mere image of distortion and illusion diagramed
By the society as a reflection of the dark,
It is when you meet the light within you.

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It's okay to be where you are.
It's okay to be what you are.
When the day is about to end,
Even the burning sun settles beautifully.
Hold on.

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Someday, I'll meet you
In the prison of memory
Only this time,
I'll be the one to walk away.

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My dog taught me
my life's most beautiful lesson.
Even in a world, completely grey and black.
There's always love to be found.

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Like cigarettes to alcohol.
Some relationships are way too beautiful.

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All your life, the world will force-feed you lies
And end up blaming you for not puking truthfulness.

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