I dream of going to dried fields
instead of running away to
heal my coherent dreams.
While turning the pages of
tomorrow's sorrows in between
volatile skies and untouched stones.
I believed that pain would
not last forevermore.

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While I listen to the
ruby throated hummingbirds,
The flowers rested in their beds
the sunset turning red
Quiet in my head
I found the language of a bliss
in a broken voice.

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The same colour that taint
with doubt all your powers
will one day gladly paints
your fame like pretty flowers

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The timeth hast arrived
timeth to moveth hence from
Mine own nesteth in all
mine own memory
Drops of sorrow and the cart
did hold through the journey
Through the pothole in mine own heart
and the drop of sorrow on the road
leaving the haven behind
Shouldst I pauseth for a goodbye,
or nay timeth to waft
While driving I remembered
the way I wandered in moonlight
How the walls respons'd
mine own mind
Moved on with teardrop and
dreams behind
Hoping the most wondrous may befall
will it or ?

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An aching void
in an aching heart
Bittersweet ingredients
for the finest art
Filled with despair
in melancholy heart
My quill gets life
for creating a rhyme

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Today I realised a fact,
My normal life routine is termed as "QUARANTINE"

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Darkness can actually be exhilarating
When you have learned to play with shadows

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Weakness in attitude leads to weakness in character.

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How nice it would be
If global warming meant
People around the
Globe are growing warmer...?

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Regrets consumes in dark
It comes in diverse colour, shape and taste
Leaves you broken with
Your own scars, scalds and their reasons.

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