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Joined 20 December 2016
8 APR 2020 AT 19:48

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7 APR 2020 AT 1:59

Sushantha is, like a butterfly with wings of thousand colours. And I am not talking much about her poetry here, I am talking about her. By probabilities I have been granted some access to the stuck pages, and I think I have held them dear. Before, during and after separating them. She is someone whom you can dream with and actually make them come true. And it has been a pleasure to dream with her. I don't want to tell you more, I don't want to tell you how she is, when she is angry, when she is gloomy, when she is happy or sad. I don't want to tell you how to talk to her or what to do. But I want to tell you that she is real. And existence of such realities, is almost non feasible at times let alone be a common happening. You won't meet her twice if you meet her as someone else. So maybe if you ever meet her, meet her like you really are.She likes almost everything that is alive but cockroaches, and lizards. And she has her list of close friends. They are fixed. She loves them, they love her. Some of them are cats. Beautiful cats. It's a narrow path with her at times, not many choices. But then you can never really fall with a butterfly with wings of thousand colours. Or, can you?

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1 APR 2020 AT 17:09







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31 MAR 2020 AT 3:19

Again,
We fly
into reflections
We fall
Again

Catching
Less that what got lost
Fading
Fragments
Again

Losing
The air between us,
Sleeping for four eyes
Alone
Again

Waiting
Slowly
Becoming
Lesser
Again

Words unsaid
Lost with the night
You never lived through
Ça fait mal
Dormir sans toi.

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5 NOV 2019 AT 18:34

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7 JUN 2019 AT 13:50

Remnants of moon
Night falling on Night
Insects of sorrow
Feed on my heart again

I see these doves collapse
Tearing the walls of hell
In the centre of the sun
It's the coldest of all

Separation paints
The beauty in the pain
Oh, this heart believes
If I exploded into a thousand voids
Maybe one, will get one drop,
Of your rain

I will smile, you will smile
But who will mourn
The dead horse,
who slept through a painful night.

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5 JUN 2019 AT 0:59

To what is,
To what is, not
I often cry
With only one eye

To who is,
To who is, not
To forget
To forebear suffering

Serene mellifluence
Of contumelious cries
Let me sleep for
A single night

Bear the pain
Oh, sweet heart
Someday a sunset
And all the goats die.

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13 MAY 2019 AT 18:34

Mellifluous songs
Weeping birds of the night
Oh sleepy frozen hearts
Oh sleepy broken hearts

May it always be brown
May it always be dark
May you rupture tonight
Oh! my crestfallen heart

Maybe all of us are scents
Loved by hearts
Worn by someone else
Getting fainter
Oh this pain

Maybe when it is least love
It is most love
For the pleasure in breaking
Is always more than
The pain after being shattered apart.

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3 APR 2019 AT 10:58

Black chocolates on your tongue
Moss upon dead stones

Sitting on the same hurt tree
Let us kill each other
May us fall to dryness
In middle of a green forest

Muffled
Hearts
Emanating
False love

But, to, brings loss
Not to, brings suffering
Oh dear beloved,
Tell me, to, or not to, cry.

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21 MAR 2019 AT 2:36







Chaos is maybe
Shattering of souls,
Black blood through the veins.
The culmination of peace

The hard choice
Is not, to cry or to sleep
The question is
To be or not to be

The greatest sin perhaps
Is to exist.
May us all die
In great unrest.

Suffering
To whom, it must,
It comes, in the end.

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