Adulting is seeing the circle gets smaller and smaller

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Sometimes the nights become vulnerable
Whereas the morning meets with a new light,
When it's a feeling,
I feel like it's peace
But if tries to become a relation
Insecurities creeps with a scared heart.
And hence I don't know how to love!

Where intimacy cuddles itself with comfort,
And silence becomes treacherous.
While ignorance is considered bliss!
How confusing sometimes things
In love tends to be.
And hence I don't know how to love!

Where promises takes upper hand
Instead of the time spent together,
Where a mere present moment
Clutches on to the future memories!
Some start with a noble beginning,
While some begins with an end,
In their own ways,
Paths never crosses when and
Love turns to vain.
And hence I don't know how to love!

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The cities now know that we
Walk in our own paths,
Still then
He didn't know where from the new road starts.

Nights saw him writing letters,
Where his heart was more ripped than
The pages which he used to crush.

His warmth was still tinkering
Of what is required to live in the city of lie,
But every scar of his is yet visible,
Amidst the blurry daylight.

He wanted her to go away
As far as she could,
At the end of the day,
The scattered and the time- worn light,
He would still love her like the previous way!

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I don't know what to do
or even how to say.
Maybe I should lock it up
and keep myself away.

After a point of time when love grazes
Through the sleek crevices of my eye,
When it starts to ache
Like the darkness which kisses the last light of dawn,
In a way I feel hurt
And I want myself to be bygone.
In the process of avoidance and ignorance,
Quietness , silence and in speechlessness stands a heart,
Which wants now,
The meaning of love to be apart.

As the afternoon sun asks my dark face everyday,
Are you somehow in pain or ,
Looking from the lost love what you have gained!
I sometimes wonder,
How a mere tender attachment without any surmise
Can put you so much in pain.

But for relief or so ,
I don't need to face her anymore,
Neither want to,
As that void which she left
Will never fill ,
I'll have to skip the entire line ,
And will wait until my little hope that is left,
Murders itself with the sharpest of drills

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की वक्त का नक्शा ही ऐसा
की कमज़ोर हर तैयारी है,
मुलाकात अख़ीर ही सहीं,
ये सफर तो जारी है!

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हमे नहीं आता जख्मों को नुमाइश करना,
खुद ही रोते हैं, तड़पते है और जख्मों को स्पर्श करना छोड़ देते हैं।।

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A breeze that raged upon the land
Roared in anger and made its stand
It howled a tirade of venomous words
Fighting forever just to be heard.

A breeze that stumbled across the grass
So feeble and old that even those
Green fresh flesh didn't even chose to rose
An exhausted echo of what used to be once,
Of what the human race no longer sees.

A breeze that that dried up the air more,
Touched the wounds of the thick- trunked tree
Caused a sense of rage without much of the pain,
Terribly in a way such that the woods even chose to roar.

A breeze that beats against the fragile glasses
Without much of toil but shakes the window pane,
Like a frustrated cry of forgotten days
Calling for a wound that'd never come in its way.

A breeze that slaps him on his weaker cheek,
For he would feel the pain,
As hard when a winter opts with rain.
He is standing against it,
The breeze steadfast without any feeling of close- fit.

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Love is a verb!
The moment we realise
We start working on it,
We ponder, we think
Untill all our check boxes
Are marked with green.

Love is a noun!
The name of that person
Resides within our conscious mind,
We generate an abstract hunch,
Towards someone and spare time
For our heart to lunge.

Love is an adjective!
The way we adore towards that person,
Some chapters start with a bash,
While someone's book,
Ends up with pages left blank.
Some have the guts
To fly in the face of their beloved,
And others try to find a way,
How to express in "sound".

For love is an emotion,
So intractable yet universal,
I may graft my words towards it,
But at the end,
A lot is left to be added,
For it, to be a perfect fit!

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She asked for a gift.
That moment I wanted to vouchsafe my heart to her and wished she would welcome it,
But perhaps, that kind of pipe dreams are not mould for me:
And again I stood dread and heavily absorbed the breath from her Green robe!

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And the sky was watching that superb cadaver
So frightful was the stench that you believed
You’d faint away even upon the fresh grass.
The blow-flies were buzzing round that putrid belly,
Of maggots which oozed out like a heavy liquid
From all those living tatters!

Please don't be afraid but there'll come a day,
When our bones will become the home for living creatures
Other than our egos.
I'll hear the breeze and still not sense it as a breeze
I'll feel the wetness without knowing the rain
I'll see the dark even if the sun is blemishing our skin
I'll come to know that something has softened you
Amidst the violence you lodged
And in this newly found understanding
Without eyes , ears ,hands or lips
Our bare bones will make love in the dirt
Never knowing our nakedness.
In our disrepair,
someday
We will be the gardens of ourselves
Sprouts of lavish grass shooting from our eyes
Knuckles still hard enough to bear a child's soft feet.

Your skull and mine both reduced to grins
Both washed clean of our sins and skins.
We'll lie behind the spaces our shadows soaked
And I would tie my soul again to live together
With the ankle of yours!

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